When you're sick of the pale body sleeping in your bed
For what you thought was gonna be the last time
When you're sick of always thinking that you're telling the truth
You gotta go out and tell yourself a lie
Why don't you go and make a pretty girl cry? (Lies, lies...)
Why don't you go and make a pretty girl cry? (Lies, lies...)
Well I'm sick of the reaper sleeping in my bed
For what I thought was gonna be the last time
I'm sick of always thinking that I'm telling the truth
I wanna go way out and tell me a lie
I wanna go, I wanna make, pretty girl cry (Lies, lies...)
I want to tell myself a lie (Lies, lies...)
The Shivas deliver a set of righteous three-chord wonders with a mean streak that will always be to the tastes of a certain doomy subset of ‘60s rock fans. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 29, 2019