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sage francis - lie detector test lyrics

got a caveman banging on my back door
got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
got an old maid wasting away in the living room
kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
got a paper full of yellow journalism
a restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
the small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
the big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
a job description that don’t fit the bill
a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
get me out of this, lie detector test
my pupils inhale and exhale
my breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

(i wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what i’m saying? keep it up)

in a world where these girl’s got retro tattoos
and all i’ve got is a gut and velcro black shoes
and elbows that move in a way that makes sp-ce
i’m looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
natural face affected by the chemical leaks
grammatical mistakes in every sentence i speak
it doesn’t matter, i make enough sense to seem deep
now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)

(you know i wanna give a shout out to my boy reanimator, my man chris doing his d-mn thing, my mic for keeping me company in this dark -ss room, and to my girl killing all the ants in the kitchen. peace baby.)

i’m a poor man’s version of a rich man
i’ve got a small van swerving through a big land
i’ve got a road map that’s looking a lot like a math test
a blocked phone number and a bunk home address
i’ve got a way out but i ain’t trying to use it
’cause i’ve got some ins and i’m a bet all my winnings
if it hurts me more than it hurts you, then i won’t hurt you
i’ve got more sense than virtue
i’ve got a cerfew, it’s 12 o’clock
after that i’ll start trembling if i get fed hiphop
’cause i’m a g to the r-e-m-l-i-n
if i wasn’t then why would i say i am?
get me out of this, lie detector test
my pupils inhale and exhale
my breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

- sage francis lyrics

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