Everything about me is a lie Everything about me is an advertisement Dressing up to make you think that I Well, I've got it, whatever Everything about you is a lie Everything about you is a Freudian slip She smokes a cigarette and says that I Well, I've got it, whatever This is the century The century of the self Whatever works Said the soda jerk Pour me another, won't you please Drink till I'm shaky in the knees My phone is buzzing like a bee But I'm all yours till 3 Everything about this is a joke Lady liberty on roller-skates As advertised, she don't see any problem with the lies Well, I've got it, whatever This is the century The century of the self Whatever works Said the soda jerk Pour me another, won't you please Drink till I'm shaky in the knees My phone is buzzing like a bee But I'm all yours till 3 And if I go home alone tonight Screaming obscenities at the moonlight Making some kind of sense of the universe Try as I might, I'm just some kind of stardust Everything about me is a lie Everything about me is a lie Pour me another, won't you please Drink till I'm shaky in the knees My phone is buzzing like a bee But I'm all yours till 3