Keep getting the short end of your stick
Sick of hearing you tell me, to feel sorry, for you
I hang on every line your feeding me
But the way you make me feel is make-believe
Teach me how to lie, my friend
Teach me how to play how to win
Promise me my life, in the end
When it all comes crashing
My god you play the victim so well
I bet you had them eating
From your hand since you were 12
Watching as the gold spins out your mouth
Look at that car, I bet your mothers proud
Teach me how to lie, my friend
Teach how to play how to win
Tired of being nice and loosing
The game of deceit
Teach me how to lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie.