The Ideologue Rocks

I spout propaganda the whole day long

I’m full of weird assertions that are all dead wrong

But I don’t care like a puppet on a string

All I do is dance while I sing sing sing.

I’m a liar, a dirty a liar

I’m a liar full of fire

And I’m really gonna rock tonite.

Show me someone who’s good and true

I’ll show you the devil before I’m through

I hate honest people and I hate the truth

Gotta cut ‘em and stuff ‘em in an old phone booth.

I’m a liar, a dirty a liar

I’m a liar full of fire

And I’m really gonna rock tonite.

When I meet St. Pete at those Golden Gates

I’m gonna sell him a lie on a silver plate

If he ain’t a-buyin’ then bless my soul

I’ll sell it to the devil in that hot old hole.

I’m a liar, a dirty a liar

I’m a liar full of fire

And I’m really gonna rock tonite.