The Job Comes with a Collar
(Intro)
You Lie, You Dance…
(Verse 1)
You Lie, You Dance on a stage of deceit,
You stand at the podium, can’t admit defeat.
You took the oath, a story of old,
Now the truth is hidden, the lie takes hold.
(Pre-Chorus)
You say it’s your duty, you say it’s your job,
But when the lights are on, you strut , you weave , you bob
No oath required for a press Q&A,
You can say what you want, you lie anyway.
(Chorus)
The Job Comes with a Collar
Not a shiny gold cross, but a different kind of call,
You Lie, You Dance as smoke and mirrors enthrall?
From the president down to the talking heads,
No penalty for lies, you spin instead.
So why should I trust a single word you say?
The job comes with a collar today.
Strike me dead if I’m lying—let the lightning keep score,
Truth’s the only judge when the thunder roars.
(Verse 2)
You Lie, You Dance, reporters push back,
No Bible, no courtroom, on the wrong track.
You’re not under oath, just the spotlight’s flare,
You can twist every fact, no one seems to care.
(Extended Bridge / New Verse)
You Lie, You Dance, but the crowd’s keeping score,
Every sidestep and spin, we’ve seen it before.
The ballroom is buzzing, anticipation is high,
Will the lightning flash truth, will the guilty deny?
You shuffle and pivot, but the storm’s closing in,
Every fib that you utter sends a jolt through your skin.
The floor is alive, every secret exposed,
No more hiding in shadows, your act is deposed.
Strike me dead if I’m lying, let the thunder decide,
No more curtain to hide, nowhere left for you to slide.
The people are watching, their patience is thin,
You Lie, You Dance, but the truth always wins.
(Bridge)
There’s no perjury charge for a briefing room lie,
No courtroom, no gavel, as the seconds fly.
You Lie, You Dance, it’s all just a game,
Accountability missing, covered in fame.
Instead of a cross, a lie detector’s the key,
You Lie, You Dance, electrified for all to see.
Put this collar on tight, truth can’t be concealed,
A shock for each lie, the truth unrevealed.
Maybe an electrified floor, you’d take a chance,
You Lie, You Dance, that’s the performance.
Strike me dead if I’m lying, if I’ve twisted the truth enough,
Let the storm decide when the lies get tough.
Every American should start with these words:
“Do you swear to tell the truth, with no false absurd?”
Maybe we need shock collars to keep you in line,
A jolt for each lie would feel just fine.
(Chorus)
The Job Comes with a Collar
Not a shiny gold cross, but a different kind of call,
You Lie, You Dance as smoke and mirrors enthrall?
From the president down to the talking heads,
No penalty for lies, you spin instead.
So why should I trust a single word you say?
The job comes with a collar today.
Strike me dead if I’m lying—let the lightning keep score,
Truth’s the only judge when the thunder roars.
(Outro)
Until you raise your hand and swear it’s true,
I’ll keep my questions coming, straight at you.
You Lie you dance
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