Oh, the trouble with the truth is it's always the same old thing
So hard to forget, so impossible for me to change
And every time I try to fight it, I know I'll be left to pay
Oh, the trouble with the truth is it's always the same old thing
And the trouble with the truth is it's just what I need to hear
Ringing so right way down inside my ear
And it's everything I want
And it's everything I need
Oh, the trouble with the truth is it's just what I need to hear
Yeah, I drew on the taste of the sweetest lies
But through my best alibis
Every sin that I deny
Keeps hanging round my door
Oh, the trouble with the truth is it's always the same old thing
Oh, the trouble with the truth is it's always base for more
That's the trouble
That's the trouble with the truth
Trouble with the truth
That's the trouble
That's the trouble
That's the trouble
That's the trouble with the truth
That's the trouble
Trouble with the truth
And the trouble with the truth is it just won't let me rest. I'm running high, but there's always another test.
And I know that it won't let me be, till I've given it my best.
The trouble with the truth is it just won't let me rest.
That's the trouble, that's the trouble with the truth.
That's the trouble with the truth.
That's the trouble, that's the trouble with the truth.
The trouble with the truth.
The trouble with the truth.
The trouble with the truth.
Trouble with the truth
Trouble with the truth