I Would - Jimmie's Chicken Shack

All of those little things 
I don't want to share
I know what I want
But it just isn't there

And I lie
Yah I lie

We're too tight to tango 
But not one in the same
Apprehension is the answer 
In this unwilling game

Why try
When you can lie

I don't think I can 
Hate myself any worse
Still I grow more comfortable 
With every verse

And I lie
Yah I lie

I don't like to chain to smoke
I don't like to think
I never liked acid
And my clothes do not stink
And like an aomeba
In my single cell
As I spread myself thinner
Do I choose my hell

When I die
You know I'll lie
Still my bed could not grow
To suite all of my needs
Now I make my bed
I must follow the deed

So I lie
In it
I lie in it
Yah I lie
By ommission
I lie
With your permission
Yah I lie
Yah I lie
Yah I lie
That's the truth