Don't wanna tie up to a huntsman lady, to make my mind up down the road, I tell you something, the streets they ain't so cold
A little pressure I've been applying lately, to what force that you behold, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw
Adjusting life in the hardest places, adjusting life out on the road, it's still the money that grabs me by the throat
The grey lines, the white lies, it's so confusing to the untrained eye
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Another town, another friendship, but another town so far from home, caught in a life, a web of what you've sewn
Life balance is the strangest thing, to work hard or live your dream, don't need to hear no majority
The grey lines, the white lies, it's so confusing to the untrained eye
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
The grey lines, the white lies, it's so confusing to the untrained eye
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Lipservice yeah, lipservice, everyone is telling me lies
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh