[Lyric] Who taught you how to lie? (Isaac Paris)

Unique like the lilting shuffle of the bereaved
It takes a certain kind of binoculars
To see it as naïve
A smile that wide is good for business
You can discontinue any time you like
I’m not finished

The ghosts are complaining louder than usual
There’s no water from the tap
The hired help won’t get here until Tuesday
So you’ll just have to go around back
Here’s a couple dollars in my pocket
Might as well let them go
Could pick up a couple comics
But I’m an adult now, should be rеsponsible

There’s a crеaking in the rafters
This old schoolhouse is falling apart
They are coming by raft, they are coming by sea!
There’s one now, look at his fancy shirt
Who the hell are you? And who taught you how to lie?