[Intro] It’s a mystery A box-play, full of history With a show full of hypocrites They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, I know it from the heart Pushing us back to the Rolling Stones Into the groove, we used to know [Verse] They smile like they mean it Then change the frame again Same little story trick You know how this one ends Old pain in a new coat Fresh paint on the same wall You tug at the curtain And watch the whole thing fall [Pre-Chorus] I can see the seam now Right under the glaze Same old move, same old mask Same recycled haze [Chorus] They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, I knew it from the start Selling us back the same nostalgia bait That golden age was never gold at heart They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, and I won’t play that part Selling us back the same nostalgia bait That golden age was never gold at heart [Verse] You sold me the highlight reel Wrapped in a borrowed spark Made the past look safer Then left me in the dark But I remember the edges The cracks in every line I see the hook in the glitter I won't bite this time [Pre-Chorus] I can see the seam now Right under the glaze Same old move, same old mask Same recycled haze [Chorus] They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, I knew it from the start Selling us back the same nostalgia bait That golden age was never gold at heart They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, and I won’t play that part Selling us back the same nostalgia bait That golden age was never gold at heart [Bridge] Let it crack, let it show What it is beneath All that borrowed sweetness Can't cover up the teeth I won't go back there I won't lose my name If you want my silence You can keep the frame [Final Chorus] They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, I knew it from the start Pushing us back into nostalgia bait That golden age was never gold at heart With the same old routine, they now decard They lie, they lie, oh lie-lie-lie They lie, they lie, and that’s the whole damn art Pushing us back into nostalgia bait A False dawn with no boot to shine Just another Gilded Age
