Oh, the way you lie
to get your taste on gold
Oh, the things you lay to waste
But every dog has his day on gold
And it just can't go on,
it just can't go on this way
For the day will surely come
When the other foot drops
You're gonna pay for all you've done
When the other foot drops
There won't be nowhere to run
You're gonna be found out, oh, yeah
You can bet you're gonna
lose your cloud
You've been trampin' around this world
Like you're the only one livin'
But soon enough you're
gonna get back
Some of what you've been givin'
The lies that you've been spinnin' up
are runnin' out of thread
And your crafty little pencil
is runnin' out of lead
The happy day is surely gonna come
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Your alibi will fail you
Ain't nobody,
nobody gonna make your bed
Ain't got no place to hide
You're gonna pay for it every time you lie
Yes, you ought to be ashamed
Of all you've said and done
But before the cards are on the table
You better pack up
an d run
You better back up and run
Get yourself together
Back up and run
You better back up and run
You better back up and run
You better back up and run
You back up and run
You better back up and run
Get yourself together
Run, run, run.
Run, run, run.