Lyrics

I pledged my heart. Then I gave you my soul. I was your lover in those stories you told. Your publisher asked, how those words came so fast. You quickly replied with a well thought our lie.

Go on storyteller. Make your next best seller. Don't forget in the end that you lose all your friends. Go on and pretend that I was your man. But you'll be left alone when crap hits the fan.

So I go to church. Then I fall down on knees. I ask the lord to have mercy on me.

So go on storyteller. Make your next best seller. Don't forget in the end that you lose all your friends. Go on and pretend that I was your man. But you'll be left alone when crap hits the fan.

So pack up your stuff. Kiss your job goodbye. Cause you made a fortune, based on a lie. Ooo when the world wants the truth. You know it won't come from you. I'll be so honest your career will be through.

Go on storyteller. Make your next best seller. Don't forget in the end that you lose all your friends. Go on and pretend that I was your man. But you'll be left alone, so alone, all alone when crap hits the fan. Oooo you will...