I SELL LIES

Don't be so clever
About what you must hide
They said that I should warn you that I sell lies

I look over the shoulder
A necklace made of rubber
I look over the shoulder
The lie you never sold
'Cause you can't turn your back
On the empire's new clothes

The muse is not a mission
The muse just is
They say that nothing comes close to it
Sorrow pulls the rope of grief out of the well
The bucket and the grail arе empty as well

The musе is not a mission
The muse just is
They say that nothing comes close to it
Tied up in the basement
Covered in furs
Draped in every song inspired by hers

Said, don't be so clever
I said, don't be so clever
Don't be so clever
Don't, don't
Don't, don't