Your words,
they tell tale lies.
You think you're grand,
some kind of god
a high power of a sort
   well I've got news,
your words aren't worth my
two cents so go preach to one of
your little ******
and watch me,
watch me walk out your
door.
   You can entertain so well when
you clear your mind
but at the end of the day
you still cry your tale tale lies
  
nothin but a boy,
nothin but a boy.