On the Lie

He burnt down the house one night,
He had a loaded six-pack gun.
He said that Jesus Christ was just like a cop,
You know, you never know when they'll come.
She said every day above ground,
Was another dream come true.
He said I'd hang and swap clichés all night,
But I'm not in love with you.
And I never got serious,
Til everything went black.
And I ain't so curious,
That I'm ever going back.
On the lie.
He said, man, you want to be Elvis.
I said I ain't dying face down.
He said you've got to die facing up in the world,
cuz there's too many holes around.
He asked what was wrong with me,
He said I looked like a Hollywood girl.
I said that Hollywood can fall into the ocean, man,
Cuz it's the ugliest place in the whole wide world.
On the lie, he was.
On the lie, she was.
It's always a stinkin' lie