Sham Supply

Fool me once
Fool me twice
Hit me up with another lie

Give me a reason
Some peace of mind
A fabrication from your sham supply

Oh you could dig up
I’m sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive

Mine is yours
But Yours ain’t mine
You give me pennies and you call ‘em dimes
Give me a turd
And make it shine
Fool me again
Fool me one more time

Oh you could dig up
I’m sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive

You’d scale the himalayas Just to call the earth flat
And I’ve seen my share of liars
But from

Oh you could dig up
I’m sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive

Copyright 2015. Words and music by F.N. de Boer

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