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I tell the truth even when I’m lying

Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh

Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh

Well are you, to criticize me?

Yeah and who are you, to try and categorize me?

Forgive them lord they know not what they’ve done

In the name of the father and the son judgment day will come

Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh

Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh

Well Houdini couldn’t escape all your said I didn’t un’s

Well sticks and stones break my bones but your words don’t harm me

So I’m not your critic’s choice I never wanted to be

So I’m not your critics choice I know it doesn’t fit me

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

An open letter to the music press

I revoke your poetic license

You probably got on 42nd street

 Same place you got your lover

Same place your mother got your father

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

Cookooachoo about you

Me and my friends I wonder when

So I’m not your critic’s choice I never wanted to be

So I’m not your critics choice I know it doesn’t fit me

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

I tell the truth even when I’m lying

I tell the truth even when I’m lying