Why Tell the Truth

Im gonna tell you why it is that I drink my days away,
Its cause the beer helps the cigarettes go down.
And Im gonna tell you why it is that I cry my nights away,
Its cause the tears help the memories come outWhy tell the truth when its easier to lie
The bank man said with one closed eye
Theyll take from you and give to those up high
Dont let em cut your wings before you learn to flyIm gonna tell you why it is that all my days are blue,
Its the sounds of the tearing of my heart.
And Im gonna tell you how it was that I came to lose my way,
Its cause my dice were loaded from the start.
And the whiskey helps the memories depart.Why tell the truth when its easier to lie
The bank man said with one closed eye
Theyll take from you and give to those up high
Dont let em cut your wings before you learn to fly