Well, I've never been a fan of the works of fiction
I get my living in down in the dirt
You had a story that you were pitching
I bought and took it 'til it started to hurt
I noticed phone calls after dark
I know it ain't your sister and I know it ain't your pop
The voice is deep enough and you're shallow as hell
You're gonna learn your lesson about telling them tall tales
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you
You should've done a better job at hiding them lies
Because they're all so see-through
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you
Well I bought you a little pen and pocket-sized notepad
Just for keeping track of stories you spin
You're gonna need them in a couples months, darling
When it's time to run around on him
I hope he's not as nice as me
I hope he's got a rifle in the back of his F-150
I hope you piss him off and he sends you to that place
'Cause I'm telling Saint Peter how you're disgracing my name
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you
You should've done a better job at hiding them lies
Because they're all so see-through
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you
You should've done a better job at hiding them lies
Because they're all so see-through
And the rooster crows and it's all over for me and for you