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Sage Francis - Li(f)e Love the Lie

  • ISRC:USEP41001011
  • Recorded:2010
  •  ©2010 Anti Inc.

Lyrics

Love the lie that you live if it gives love back. You don't gotta stay together for the kids.
If you wanna disappear don't announce it. Vanish in thin air and bounce quick.
Fix the cow lick, slick your hair back. Ride the rhythm bare back. Get stared at.
Lady Godiva might've been an exhibitionist. I'm not here to judge your voyeuristic fetishes.
If nobody looked then it's a closed book. You can put those hang ups on a coat hook.
I'm from a puritanical land where they burned witches.
I'm the result of a cult figure burning up with sickness.
The cure never came. Jesus never helped. We were all to blame. Got beatings with a belt.
If I heard your name I'd retreat into myself. I won't hurt your name I'll just keep it to myself.
With love.

Love life. Love God, girls and lies.
I can't hear through those veneers but you keep speaking through those pearly whites.

No legacy to claim. No enemies to squelch. No chemical imbalance that can remedy itself.
Pedestal for the parents. Medicine is on the shelf. Put the trophy in the spotlight. Watch as it melts.
Metal would have survived. Plastic is cheaper. I ran into the fire and she asked me to leave her.
Did what I could with the wood and the flammables. Stood with the good little animals.
Then ran with the bulls. Soot on my hands that we full. I left the good book on the mantle.
Burn baby burn, you can serve as a candle. The last thing I heard was her on the piano.
The last thing I saw was her being herself by beating herself just to see if that could help.
If I heard your name I'd retreat into myself. Now I won't hurt your name I'll just keep it to myself.
With love.

The cure never came. Jesus never helped.
We were all to blame. Got beatings with a belt.
If I heard your name I'd retreat into myself.
I won't hurt your name. I'll keep it to myself.
No legacy to claim. No enemies to squelch.
No chemical imbalance that can remedy itself.
Pedestal is for the parents. Medicine is on the shelf.
Put the trophy in the spotlight. Watch as it melts with love.

Love the lie. Love the lie. Love the lie. Love the lie. Love the lie.