• I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
  • Mardy Bum
  • Fake Tales of San Francisco
  • Dancing Shoes
  • When the Sun Goes Down
  • Fluorescent Adolescent
  • The View from the Afternoon
  • A Certain Romance
  • Teddy Picker
  • Riot Van
  • Do I Wanna Know?
  • From the Ritz to the Rubble
  • Still Take You Home
  • Brianstorm
  • Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured
  • Old Yellow Bricks
  • R U Mine?
  • You Probably Couldn't See for the Lights but You Were Staring Straight at Me
  • D Is for Dangerous
  • Balaclava
  • Do Me a Favour
  • 505
  • This House Is a Circus
  • Only Ones Who Know
  • Perhaps Vampires Is a Bit Strong But...
  • If You Were There, Beware
  • Crying Lightning
  • The Bad Thing
  • Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
  • Arabella
  • My Propeller
  • One for the Road
  • Cornerstone
  • Snap Out of It
  • I Wanna Be Yours
  • No. 1 Party Anthem
  • Dangerous Animals
  • Knee Socks
  • Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair
  • Secret Door
  • I Want It All
  • Dance Little Liar
  • Fireside
  • Potion Approaching
  • Mad Sounds
  • Fire and the Thud
  • Pretty Visitors
  • She's Thunderstorms
  • Black Treacle
  • The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala


I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You've got to dance little liar

Just like those fibs to pop and fizz
And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you're bound to trip and she'll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradiction up

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar take a lot less time

I'm sure it's clear and plain to me
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes, that we'll get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch
You'll grieve and then proceed to scratch
The varnish off that newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less

Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
With the wrong memories?

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt between the dirt
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