Truth About John Songtext
von Latin Quarter

He lays a sheet of white paper
On a gravy stained table
He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans
He turns imagine out loud
He knows that face in that cloud
And he don′t stop counting while he's feeling the beans
′Cause now he's gonna tell us all the truth about John
Though he needs a little help to speed up the prose
He was taking on trust but that wasn't enough
You lose some friends this way but that′s how it goes


Here she comes to trail the cameras
In her wake and sable
She wears a scent that only comes with success
She says it was love (all she needed was love)
But she wasn′t above (she wasn't above)
Selling her secrets to the national press
And now she′s gonna tell us all the truth about John
Though she needs a little help to speed up the prose
He counted on you and who cares if it's true
You′re as bad as the man who landed the blows

They're all gonna tell us now the truth about John
Again and again on the interview shows
And if the truth isn′t nice well that just adds to the price
We'll make sure that these wounds never close

Get your cut you cut price writer
Get your cut in this cutthroat game
The more the cut the more he grabs you
He's just a stonewall out to stab you

Now they′re gonna tell us all the truth about John
Again and again on the interview shows
And if the truth isn′t nice well that just adds to the price
We'll make sure that these wounds never close