White Lies
How about trying to see through all of the smoke
How about using your mind on your own
How about daring to spit out what they’ve been telling you
How about wondering who made those shoes on your feet
How about asking why there’s less cold and more heat
How about tracing the smoke to the smoking gun…
There’s a man that’s sitting at his desk
Deciding what “The Truth” will be
You don’t know what he’s hiding
But who cares ’cause ignorance is bliss!
How about trying to see through all of the smoke
How about using your mind on your own
How about daring to spit out what they’ve been telling you
How about wondering who made those shoes on your feet
How about asking why there’s less cold and more heat
How about tracing the smoke to the smoking gun…
Follow the money trail you’ll see
Who wins in all this tragedy?
Each day it’s harder not to
Doubt what Headline News has been telling you!
How about trying to see through all of the smoke
How about using your mind on your own
How about daring to spit out what they’ve been telling you
How about wondering who made those shoes on your feet
How about asking why there’s less cold and more heat
How about tracing the smoke to the smoking gun…
After the bombs had been dropped
I went running to Freedom and
I was watching her cry
Tell me, did you believe them
When they told you they had no choice
And then a million people died
Why do you think they call it a “White Lie”?
How about trying to see through all of the smoke
How about using your mind on your own
How about daring to spit out what they’ve been telling you
How about wondering who made those shoes on your feet
How about asking why there’s less cold and more heat
How about tracing the smoke to the smoking gun…
© 2002 Guthier Publishing
Music and Lyrics by Marce
