When the Feces Hit the Fan Lyrics

Well, well, as far as I can tell

You're going straight to hell

You're going straight to hell

Mistakes were made when you were a younger man

You've got to live with them

You've got to live with them

"Bad boy, what you gonna do when they come for you?"

And you know they always do

You say this land is a place for second chances

And you practice all your answers

For when the feces hit the fan

Right, right, everybody's got a past

Right, right, Tiger King and Mother Theresa

Right, right, you were hoping yours wouldn't last

Alas, it's caught up with you

And you hide, you hide, too many skeletons in your closet

You pack them tight, those poor dead bodies are getting crowded

It stinks to heaven on high, but the cleaning ladies on their way

And you try, you try, to sweep it all under the carpet

You lie, you lie, as if ain't anybody gonna see it

Bye-bye, bye-bye, the dream police are on their way

Hey, hey, the high tide went away

And every one of us who stayed

See you've been swimming without a trunk

You're not so sure if you should fess up before too late

You keep on smiling but you're afraid

And deep inside you feel like scum

Poor boy, what you gonna spout when your Mom finds out

And you know moms always do

You hope this land hates the sins but loves the sinner

That you'll just waffle, duck and slither

When the feces hit the fan