Pretty Girls Make Graves - All Medicated Geniuses Lyrics
There's the kid with the golden armHe admits to the forest fireThat he started up from the lack ofSomething better going onThere's the kid with the golden armHe admits to the forest fireThat he started up from the lack ofSomething better going onTell your friends it's a four alarmJust a smoke screen, we're all liarsBetter to stew in discontentThan to admit we're wrongAll motivations out to seaAnd our ideas, they die so quicklyThis town had good heartsBad blood, emotional scarsNever getting to sayWhat you really want to say (x2)We all lie so well(x2)There's the kid with the golden armHe admits to the forest fireThat he started up from the lack ofSomething better going onTell your friends it's a four alarmJust a smoke screen, we're all liarsBetter to stew in discontentThan to admit we're wrongIf misery loves companyAnd you seem to sleepSo much more soundlyTo the song of other people'sFailures...Doctor, do you have a remedy?This is not alright by meDo you think you have the trickFor a city that's so spent and sick?We all lie so well