Bloody Lips

Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello

Last time you paid for all of this

You got the bloody finger tips

(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)

And blood on your lips

You used to love the rock 'n' roll

Now you got me on the phone

Come on, quit puttin' me on

Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa

Don't you remember the prom?

Those popular kids who put you down

(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)

Now you're just like them

Makin' everybody feel bad

What the world has done to you ain't so wrong

Come on, quit puttin' me on

Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry

Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain

Well, I'm comin' off that mountain

Shoutin'

Everyone is walkin' away

No, he can't afford the bills on his pay

Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on

Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa

Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello

Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry

Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain

But I'm comin' off that mountain

Shoutin'

Everyone is walkin' away

No, he can't afford the bills on his pay

Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on

Hello, Mr. White Lie, Hello

Du-tu, du-tu, du-tu, du-tu

Du-tu, du-tu, du

Music & Lyric by Jack Antonoff