Truth About John Lyrics

	作曲 : Jones, Skaith
	He lays a sheet if white paper
	On a gravy stained table
	He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.
	He turns "Imagine" up loud
	He knows that face and that cloud
	And he don't stop counting
	While he's spilling the beans.
	Cos now he's going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' he needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He was taken on trust
	But that wasn't enough
	You lose some friends this way
	But that's how it goes.
	Here she comes to trail the cameras
	In her wake, and sable
	She wears the scent that only comes with success.
	She says it was love
	But she wasn't above
	Selling her secrets
	To the national press.
	And now she's going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' she needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He counted on you
	And who cares if it's true?
	You're as bad as the man
	Who landed the blows.
	And they're all going to tell us now
	The truth about John
	Again and again on the interview shows.
	And if the truth isn't nice
	Well that just adds to the price
	Oh, make sure those wounds never close.
	Get your cut, you cut-price writer
	Get your cut in this cut-throat game
	The more the cut, the more he grab, yeah
	He's just a someone out to stab you.

	zuo qu : Jones, Skaith
	He lays a sheet if white paper
	On a gravy stained table
	He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.
	He turns " Imagine" up loud
	He knows that face and that cloud
	And he don' t stop counting
	While he' s spilling the beans.
	Cos now he' s going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' he needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He was taken on trust
	But that wasn' t enough
	You lose some friends this way
	But that' s how it goes.
	Here she comes to trail the cameras
	In her wake, and sable
	She wears the scent that only comes with success.
	She says it was love
	But she wasn' t above
	Selling her secrets
	To the national press.
	And now she' s going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' she needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He counted on you
	And who cares if it' s true?
	You' re as bad as the man
	Who landed the blows.
	And they' re all going to tell us now
	The truth about John
	Again and again on the interview shows.
	And if the truth isn' t nice
	Well that just adds to the price
	Oh, make sure those wounds never close.
	Get your cut, you cutprice writer
	Get your cut in this cutthroat game
	The more the cut, the more he grab, yeah
	He' s just a someone out to stab you.

	zuò qǔ : Jones, Skaith
	He lays a sheet if white paper
	On a gravy stained table
	He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.
	He turns " Imagine" up loud
	He knows that face and that cloud
	And he don' t stop counting
	While he' s spilling the beans.
	Cos now he' s going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' he needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He was taken on trust
	But that wasn' t enough
	You lose some friends this way
	But that' s how it goes.
	Here she comes to trail the cameras
	In her wake, and sable
	She wears the scent that only comes with success.
	She says it was love
	But she wasn' t above
	Selling her secrets
	To the national press.
	And now she' s going to tell us all
	The truth about John
	Tho' she needs a little help
	To speed up the prose.
	He counted on you
	And who cares if it' s true?
	You' re as bad as the man
	Who landed the blows.
	And they' re all going to tell us now
	The truth about John
	Again and again on the interview shows.
	And if the truth isn' t nice
	Well that just adds to the price
	Oh, make sure those wounds never close.
	Get your cut, you cutprice writer
	Get your cut in this cutthroat game
	The more the cut, the more he grab, yeah
	He' s just a someone out to stab you.

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