Web Of Lies:

by Scott Cole   May 27, 2015


Oh such a nice sight
I see your bullseye,
Your condo in the sky
Your twisted Web Of Lies.

It's calling me over
Cause it's dinner time,
I guess you like a date
When you go out to dine.

You hurry your way down
So you can set the table,
Because I am still stuck
And at the time I'm unable.

Oh such a nice sight
I see your bullseye,
Your condo in the sky
Your twisted Web Of Lies.

I don't see a single plate
I can only see some cups,
I guess that's the reason
For all of these dead bugs.

Cause I like me some meat
I don't care about the drink,
I guess all those dead bugs
Didn't quite agree with me.

Cause not a single bug alive
Can live by drink alone,
Because every once in a while
We need some flesh and bone.

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