6 In The Morning

I walked in deep in the party
 Walked in deep into
 The darkest night
 Found myself fall into
 Staring eyes
 Fall into a personality
 Disorder Found I'm a liar liar liar I lie
 Liar liar liar liar liar I lie
 Bad boy's burning up the hash
 You'd better hurry up
 He's quicker on the draw than Jesse James
 Social fossils from my past
 They keep on cropping up
 He turns around looks at me
 Like I give a fuck
 He's the kind of guy that plays his latest song at parties
 At 6 in the morning
 Liar liar liar liar liar I lie
 Liar liar liar liar liar I lie
 How are ya? Peachy fucking creamy
 I'm glad you asked
 God how I've grown to hate guitars
 And every prick that holds one
 Ahaha Ahaha Ahaha Ahaha
 One pack of Space Invaders
 And a Rubicon are all I want
 It's 10 in the morning
 And my cat has given up
 Liar liar liar liar liar I lie
 Liar liar liar liar liar I lie
 Clip clop fast plumping blunt needles
 Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure
 Pressure pressure pressure
 You know I love her love her love her love her I love her
 You know I love her love her love her love her I love her
 Bad boy's burning up the hash
 You'd better hurry up
 He's quicker on the draw than Jesse James
 Social fossils from my past
 They keep on cropping up
 He turned around looks at me
 Like I give a fuck
 He's the kind of guy that plays his latest song at parties
 At 6 in the morning