Blackbird clings to a near vertical wire,
too close to the sun' s pyre,
cries out mournfully, " pants on fire!"
"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

Have you ever played the lyre?
Flew like a very high flyer?
Balanced on a high wire?
Tried over again like a trier?

Played to the very edge?
Saving grace with a hedge?
Inserting just the right wedge?
To reach just a little bit higher?

(Refrain)

Get what you want regardless of cost?
Manipulate to gain more than lost?
Leave life to the dice when tossed?
Continue through life being a liar?

Count the Angels on the tip of a pin?
Move mood to mood whatever you're in?
Swim underwater like a fish without a fin?
Willy-nilly your way like an Internet crier?

(Refrain)

Just a little lyrical wordplay about the
many ways that people live to get ahead
and sometimes, get burned.

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