

Watched them slither up the avenue
Selling promises of something new
Paper smiles and a rented view
Now the ink is running through
The libs lied And left the kitchen burning The libs
lied
While the wheels kept turning (yeah)
They trade the truth for a better phrase
Lost inside their own polite maze
I watched them slither,
heard what they said
But we got bills and empty shelves instead (mm-hmm)
The libs lied
And left the kitchen burning The libs lied
While the wheels kept turning (uh-huh)
No grand design
Just a dotted line
Watched them slither
Right on time
Watched them slither... (yeah)