Pants On Fire

Pants On Fire

Bought the paper
Looked for my story
They only printed your side
Turned on the TV
Looking for truth there
They’re only playing your lies

You know, You know
You lie

At the butcher
I cut to the quick there
Rumors thicker than flies
At the baker
Tempers are rising
They know the news is a lie

They know, they know
You lie

Streets of Baghdad
Hunkered in bunkers
The boys and girls are alive
But they’re crying
They want to come home now
But you won’t let them
Oh you won’t let them
Survive

Because all you do, all you say
Is a lie

— Paula Franceschi

Posted over on Nicholas D. Kristof's Blog Site