At the end of the day
You were under my roof
You eat my food

My son used your shoes
And refused the truth

At the end of the day
You can’t prove

That he’d crept behind you
and washed you in lies

That he’d stolen money
and stolen time

Don’t come to my door again
Because behind there
lies the snakes’ den

The evidence stands against him
But he can fly, he can raise my voice
With a sudden yet selfish cry

My son is an angel
My son is a lie