Clipped

• Curve
• Pubic Fruit

On the days

We get together

We talk in volumes

And drink some coffee

Cook the numbers

Clear our minds

Forget our worries

There untrue and unkind

There’s no truth, it’s instinct

There’s no lies, that’s gone too

There’s no truth, it’s instinct

There’s no lies, that’s gone too

All he says causes scandal

I’ve heard it said

That he’s the original verbal vandal

Who steals your words,

Clears out your mind

There’s no way you’ll convert me

There’s no way, that’s for sure

There’s no way I’ll get sucked in

There’s no way, that’s damn sure

There’s no way you’ll convert me

There’s no way, that’s for sure

Hopelessly reaching

There’s no truth

There’s no lies

There’s no way you’ll convert me

There’s no way, that’s for sure

There’s no way you’ll convert me

There’s no way, that’s for sure

There’s no truth

There’s no lies