I remember the first time I lied to my mom
Even though I was small then I knew I'd done wrong
I thought I'd get away with it until my brother
came into my room and told me that I;m
Dead! Dead Elizabet!
In so much trouble you'll live to regret
Dead! Dead Elizabeth!
Busted!
Mama's gonna kill you
Nowadays I'm much older but still haven't learned
I do so many things thinking I won't get burned
Consequence has no meaning to me
But sometimes late at night I can still hear my
brother's voice