| Last night I saw your face in the hallowed light | |
| You were standing taller than the mountain side | |
| Your long hair flowed down in blues and whites | |
| I just stood there, bathed in the quiet | |
| No, you say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff | |
| You say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff | |
| Now your mouth is foaming like a rabid dog | |
| and where the river flowed is now a clouded fog | |
| Your teeth are gnashing louder than your monologue | |
| and I just stood there bathed in the quiet | |
| No, you say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff | |
| You say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff | |
| Now the flesh is melting off of your bones | |
| The maggots around your heart make themselves at home | |
| Where the river flowed I am left alone | |
| I just stood there, bathed in the quiet | |
| No, you say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff | |
| You say you'll cut your bangs | |
| I'm calling your bluff | |
| When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |