Do pathological liars
Think they're telling the truth
Cause believe you me from all I see
These tongues of fire are on the loose

When we're all faced with the facts
They put a spin on the fiction
We all would laugh if it weren't so sad
A part of their soul must be missing

As the world cookie crumbles around us
And these craisins with their hands in the jar
Rust or bust, they're all on the bus
This fist full of pathological liars

Seriously do they believe
This mess they're force feeding us
Doesn't even include a smidgen of truth
All the stuff they keep making up

So I ask again, do pathological liars
Believe a single word they say
To tell the truth, I'm not sure they do
But they'll keep on lying anyways