I’ve got a sneaking suspicion
concerning conditions regarding
Your closet is overgrown;
It’s overflowin’ with skulls and bones
It’s filling up and spilling out,
Inside your room down from your house
Believe, believe, believe me there’s no lie
Better than the one you tell yourself
[Spoken:]
“The phone is ringing I’m beginning to put it all together like a puzzle with the pieces missing”
It’s a massacre at the Ambassador Hotel
It smells like something’s fishy
A lady in the polka dot dress witnessed,
Just like the one you’re wearing
Believe, believe, believe me there’s no lie
Better than the one you tell yourself
Believe me when I say, I don’t believe a single word you say
Believe, believe, believe me there’s no lie
Better than the one you tell yourself
If you knew I knew, if you knew I knew
{Then I’d be dead}