when i rode on down the road that day so long ago
i felt a binding impulse that caught you in the snow
and can you even wash out all that red and ruddy sin
or would you try to suffer for my rusting star of tin
and never mind the flames as they clean your dried out heart
and they'll never leave you wondering on where or when to start
honesty is your biggest lie
and truth that big you cannot defy
when all these lights go out
you'll go down in history as the biggest doubt
so sunday morning breathes down a collar or two
but never mind it ma'am, you're not the kind to think it through
your life is like a saturday that never seems to end
until you're all passed out and lying naked round the bend
and all the people laugh as though they don't try to escape
with a camera on their shoulder but with nothing to tape
honesty is your biggest lie
you'll never know what you were leaving behind
that desert had no drought
and you're goin down in history as our biggest doubt
round four-fifteen i went to stab that lying bastard son
but i heard the ides of march a-ringin in an old black gun
and it fell with a crash through the glass that held our hopes
and then we fell ourselves with our necks inside the ropes
laughing all along i spied a growing crowd of suits
and they sold all their ideals for a cold collective bruise
honesty is your biggest lie
a truth so false that you cannot deny
all the dead red words that fell out of your mouth
proved your place in history as our biggest doubt
