Recycled L.I.E.

This has gotten out of control Keep talking shit and you might drown in it Runnin’ your mouth like a couple of trolls Who never made it A pretend friend A fake to my face You backstab While you wish for a taste I can’t believe You’re all the same Lost in Long Island There comes a time Now your actions are catching up Everyone took a ride We all know That you’ve been stretched Who’s next in line Dressed in your Sunday’s best You’re just a fucking wreck Make-up can’t hide the ugliness Take them to bed One by one Wake alone again Another notch for old glory These long drives home Are for nothing Except to reflect And I can smell the scent of Long Island On your breath Liars, Fakes, Maggots, Skanks How dare you Run your mouths You don’t know about us Shut your face These long drives home Are for nothing Except to reflect And I can smell the scent of Long Island On your breath Washed up Long Island scum No fun for anyone You take a ride on the LIE (Lie!) Every night of your life You take a ride on the LIE (Lie!) Every night of your life --- Recycled L.I.E. - Kissing Candice