You got a problem you just can't hide
Compulsive habits that never seem to die
Your breath is stank'n up all the air
Your teeth are to black holes in your head

Well, reality is due
What you say just can't be true
When the story is treated and so far fetched
That you're lacking an excuse
You lied

Your mother allowed you for just one white lie
But now she's dead, and she left you with a problem
Pinocchio had bit your tongue
Your nose is growing into the 3rd dimension
(repeat chorus)