Bloody Lips

Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello
Last time you paid for all of this
You got the bloody finger tips
(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
And blood on your lips
You used to love the rock 'n' roll
Now you got me on the phone
Come on, quit puttin' me on
Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa
Don't you remember the prom?
Those popular kids who put you down
(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
Now you're just like them
Makin' everybody feel bad
What the world has done to you ain't so wrong
Come on, quit puttin' me on
Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
Well, I'm comin' off that mountain
Shoutin'
Everyone is walkin' away
No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa
Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello
Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
But I'm comin' off that mountain
Shoutin'
Everyone is walkin' away
No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello
Du-tu, du-tu, du-tu, du-tu
Du-tu, du-tu, du
Music & Lyric by Jack Antonoff