I Need the Fear

tell me your lies and your careless tales oh, but they were all true and it takes me back to those times cruising on the backroads waiting for the light of night and in the ballroom when life has sung its song listen real close peek in the corner i'll be the fat lady howling my lies my careless tales they were all true and it takes me back to, to those times those rhymes but why why does it have to end this way? i don't mind it too much it's cold, and comfortable here i still sweat a little but i need this fear and the sneers, and jeers I've pissed these years away now my shoes are all wet.