Pants On Fire Songtext

Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing And for some strange reason, your nose is growing My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling, jaws are dropping left and right Lost cause you came like a thief in the night With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable From the sound of the candy wrappers Down to the handicappers Everybody's got to exercise a little caution But every so often expect things to get hectic or Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate But it isn't your invitation to imitate In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril Just for example, we all want to live a bit Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit Who are you anyway, and where did you come from Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone The mask comes off, and your face fades away You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight The time has come thicker than blood And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital Makes this mission impossible Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor It puts me in an awkward position No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip So what makes you think you can sink my battleship We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling Show me your swollen memories before the moment's stolen Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit Who are you anyway, and where did you come from Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone The mask comes off, and your face fades away You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray