I have lain with dogs and risen with fleas
Throwing stones, their false accusations
A whole heap of hypocrites are pointing their fingers
But I don’t care for their lies and rumors
It’s not true, it’s not true
It’s not true what they say to you
Whispering in shadows, couched in your cowardice
You’re laying a snare but to trap yourself
Lying in wait with a deceitful tongue
Spreading your lies and rumors