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Sangtekst: The Used. Lies for the Liars. Liar Liar [Burn In Hell].

Liar, liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher baby
Bottles burning, motherfucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Lonely god and maker gripping tighter saying

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, pants on fire

Liar, liar, house of fire
And the glass they smashed seemed to ignite
I bet your tummy hurts you, you motherfucker
Mother never loved you, father touched you with the hand of god
He's gripping tighter, saying

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

You're gonna burn in hell
You're gonna burn in hell, hell, hell, hell

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell
You fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hanging from a telephone wire