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
Dont you remember the prom?
Those popular kids who put you down
(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
Now youre just like them
Makin everybody feel bad
What the world has done to you aint 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, Im comin off that mountain
Shoutin
Everyone is walkin away
No, he cant 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 Im comin off that mountain
Shoutin
Everyone is walkin away
No, he cant 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