There's a kid with a golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on



This kid with the golden arm 

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on

Tell your friends it's a four alarm

Just a smoke screen we're all liars

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we're wrong



Our motivations out to sea

And our ideas they die so quickly 



This town has good hearts 

Bad blood, emotional scars

Never gettin to say what you really wanna say

This town has good hearts 

Bad blood, emotional scars

Never gettin to say what you really wanna say



We all lie so well 

We all lie so well



There's a kid with a golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on

Tell your friends it's a four alarm.

Just a smoke screen we're all liars.

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we'e wrong



If misery loves company 

Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly

In the song of other peoples failures 



Doctor, do you have a remedy?

Doctor, this is not alright by me

Do you think that you have the strength for a city

that's so spent and sick?



We all lie so well

We all lie so well