Finnegan's Hell - Read My Lips

I've made a habit of just saying things
You like to hear
It's for your own good, to protect you
From a truth you fear

Read my lips
Don't read my mind!

It's best you don't find out exactly
How or where I spent last night
I went to see your sister after dark
And she was dynamite

You want the truth? You want the truth?
You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!

Don't ask me where our money went
It's best that you don't have a clue
Cause I won't discuss my drinking
Or my gambling, or the cash I blew

Written by:
MICHAEL EK, PABLO RAUTENBERG, SAN JANSSON

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