Minuit Jumble Lyrics

Your lie, your lie, your lie,

encapsulated in my midst

and I am happy for me

and I am happy for me

and I am happy for me

I keep a jumble in my head

and monsters in my pocket

Everybody wants the truth

but nobody has got it

Jealous of my underlings

and the ones that I despised

Everybody wants the truth

but all they tell are lies

Your lie, your lie, your lie

I locked my faith in a drawer

that now I never open

Everybody wants the truth

‘coz there’s nothing else to hope in

I keep one eye on the papers the other on my wallet

Everybody wants the truth

but nobody has got it

Your lie, your lie your lie encapsulated in my midst
and I am happy for me

And I am happy for me

And I am happy for me

I put pretty dresses on

the skeletons in your closet

Everybody wants the truth

but nobody has got it

You write up lists of enemies

that never have existed

Everybody wants the truth

but, I think that you have missed it

With a lackadaisical approach to storytelling,

a little libel goes a long way...