I'll pitch a penny for your thoughts

your brand new head in the same old game

and the other ninety nine

to figure out what's going through mine

this week's awkward headline

I've got a sick, sick feeling

you'll bet on me and lose

so put your money where your mouth is

your green goes well with my blues

I'm playing tic tac toe in pen

and at this rate I'm betting

I'll have my third X by the weekend

at this rate I'm betting all on red

every shot's in the dark when you shoot blind and from the hip

I couldn't hit that target if you painted it right on your lips

I've got a sick, sick feeling

you'll bet on me and lose

so put you money where your mouth is

your green goes so well with my blues

you lie because you have to

I lie because I can

No matter what I choose in the end I always lose

 

you lie because you have to I lie because I can oh it's just what we do

(shoot me in the dark, keep me on your hip, I'm an easy target, paint me on your lips)