Face is slimy when it’s wet and sticks
But it’s a good face, take a towel to it
Kicking dust up to dry it off so it sticks
The old face smells bad and is covered in flies
Shake a romantic finger at it
But it’s better
Tell the whole truth and nothing but the lies
This on has pretty blue swirls and craters for eyes
It’s more photographed than the Blarney Stone
The Pope twirls his gold foot in anger at it
And the rabbits shake their bunny feet just like the
Vicar of Christ
It’s a good lie, be yourself, It’s a good truth, be yourself
When the pretty mask falls away, a decaying face
With maggots in attendance at the morality ball
Only the true saint chooses the mask and Dante’s hell
Cause the old face is the one that heaven doesn’t sell
Shake a romantic finger at it
But it’s better
Tell the whole truth and nothing but the lies
It’s a good truth, be yourself, it’s a good lie, be yourself
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