We all have raised our voices We all have done our crimes We've been excused of every lie There's no such thing as perfect So we could make those plans Would you have it otherwise REFRAIN And on the fulcrum we stand on, we aim for better view Then you trip over fault lines of which you never knew Then you start to mail all of the blame Find it back on your door next day CHORUS Like twists and turns in radio plays and movies Mount the script in your autobiography Take the hero's place and the hero's name Manufacture spiels for a stranger's sake Oh, you b**h for truth And you damn well know you're fake We all have minced our words Even exchanged euphemisms Then we say we must go for truth We have an ear for envy Never a tongue for praise Can't we have it otherwise [Repeat REFRAIN] [Repeat Chorus four times] CODA Damn well know you're fake