The Used - Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) Lyrics
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Liar Liar (Burn in Hell)
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What Are The Lyrics For Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) By The Used?
Liar liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher Baby bottle's burning, mother fucker And the mother hates him like the daughter Loving God and maker, gripping tighter Saying you will burn in hell, they say You will burn in hell Liar liar, pants on fire Liar liar, stop yourself from catching Fire, fire, God and maker Liar liar, pants on fire Liar liar, house on fire And the glass tastes nasty, chewing fat I bet your tummy hurts you, you mother fucker Mother never loved you Father touched you with the hands of God He's gripping tighter Saying you will burn in hell, they say You will burn in hell Liar liar, pants on fire Liar liar, stop yourself from catching Fire, fire, God and maker Liar liar, pants on fire You're gonna burn in hell You're gonna burn in hell Hell, hell, hell You will burn in hell, they say You will burn in hell (You fucking liar!) Liar liar, pants on fire Liar liar, stop yourself from catching Fire, fire, God and maker Liar liar, you fucking liar Liar liar, pants on fire Liar liar, stop yourself from catching Fire fire, God and maker Liar liar, you fucking liar You fucking liar Liar liar, you fucking liar Liar liar, you fucking liar Liar liar, you fucking liar Liar liar, pants on fire Hanging from a telephone wire |
Who Wrote Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) By The Used?
Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, Robert Mccracken
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