Everything about me is a lie
Everything about me is an advertisement
Dressing up to make you think that I

Well, I've got it, whatever

Everything about you is a lie
Everything about you is a Freudian slip
She smokes a cigarette and says that I
Well, I've got it, whatever

This is the century
The century of the self
Whatever works
Said the soda jerk

Pour me another, won't you please
Drink till I'm shaky in the knees
My phone is buzzing like a bee
But I'm all yours till 3

Everything about this is a joke
Lady liberty on roller-skates
As advertised, she don't see any problem with the lies
Well, I've got it, whatever

This is the century
The century of the self
Whatever works
Said the soda jerk

Pour me another, won't you please
Drink till I'm shaky in the knees
My phone is buzzing like a bee
But I'm all yours till 3

And if I go home alone tonight
Screaming obscenities at the moonlight
Making some kind of sense of the universe
Try as I might, I'm just some kind of stardust

Everything about me is a lie
Everything about me is a lie

Pour me another, won't you please
Drink till I'm shaky in the knees
My phone is buzzing like a bee
But I'm all yours till 3