Liar Liar,
you're pants are on fire.
Something something something, hanging on a telephone wire.

Liar liar,
the only thing that rhymes,
it's a shame we take such pride in things, that waste our precious times.
Let's hear the truth, spoken from our lips,
in fact lets say it form our soul,
let it emanate from our head and even past our hips.

The Truth is,
Jesus is the way, the truth, the light,
you want to disagree? I"m not going to fight.
I'll give you my love, and blessings upon you,
may peace and forgiveness follow, and be with whatever you do.
Just let me keep my Faith, and allow me to pass it to you.
I won't force it, know that's recipe to take a fall,
I just wanted to plant a small little seed, one little seed, that's all.

So forgive me if I came out brash,
I just rather prefer word-of mouth, than than the tag-of hash.
G'night my friends, my brothers and sisters,
all of you from all the other mothers and misters.

Liar Liar
pants on fire,
burns up slow, but heats up fast,
soon it's nothing more, than memory in the past.

The truth stays forever,
forever and always, like love,
so rightfully naive.
Because Love and us, we have the right to believe.