""Well I ain't prone to flights of fancy
'Been living down the line
And I'd like to tell you stories
But you know I'd be lying
The weeds are growing high
Might need some tending to
But I ain't touching a single thing
I think I'll wait for you
I never let the truth get in the way
Of a good story
Yeah I've learned from my mistakes
And I'll repeat them exactly
This is an airbrushed version of reality
An improvised sanity
Yeah I've learned from my mistakes
And I'll repeat them exactly
I never let the truth get in the way
Of a good story
Yeah I've learned from my mistakes
And I'll repeat them exactly""