Lies untold don't make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Go slow to take your fill
Or ghosts may follow, ghosts may follow you

Back down, back out, back in again for ya
Upside, inside, you're down
Well, at night, these slights become a torrent of rain
That keeps you from your window pane

But now you've finally found someone that you blame
Someone you blame for everything, yeah
You lie down, purred out, signed off with exclamation
To everything they ever claimed

Lies untold don't make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill
These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath
That bark, that bite, that faithful night
That faithful night

You're in it to get it, to love it, to live it
The limit you give it, yeah, is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
In it to win it, within it indifference
Is sinning, it's a given, now it's gone, gone, gone, gone
Critics, collisions, semantics, religions, divisions
Contingents, yeah, they're strong, strong, strong, strong
Inclined admissions, romantic incisions
Untenable positions in the song, song, song, song, song

A night out in town could brush these cobwebs away
Could hush the don't-make sounds
Please stay, don't wait for your mates, hate me
You run with the wrong crowd and stained your blouse

Lies untold don't make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill
These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath
That bark, that bite, that faithful night
That faithful night

Tried to hide, but by the time you've
Cried sometimes inside the streetlights
Death or glory, Jackanory
something's dimmed behind your eyes
But if you feel you're up to it
she thinks that you're up to something
Maybe there's more to a life than
retail parks and Punk in Drublic
Hiding indoors, fair-weather friends
Climbing four walls, hell for leather sent
Filling your drawers with jeans you bought
Look shit in thirty-six waist, thirty-two leg
Biting your tongue, drinking cold coffee
Being half the man you are, the half you could be
Half the man you're not, half the man she wants
The other half left way before she loved me

Lies untold don't make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill
These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath
That bark, that bite, that faithful night
That faithful night
Lies untold don't make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill
These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath
That bark, that bite, that faithful night
That faithful night