'Bullshit' must be a rattle snake as it rolls down your tongue,

it hisses, fizzes and misses me as it shoots out from your cannon hole unstrung

so sweet like icing you convey 'your truth'

'I did not mean what i said' when you know yourself you did

your eyes and facial expression trying to win an auction bid

I'd love to tell you 'your a lier', but with you there's no 'bitter truth'

you convince yourself 'i'm telling the truth' to someone in the same phone booth

a single truth journeys a million miles, and your million lies wont last a single yard

but you liers dont 'journey' on this truth, so will only live a life thats hard.