Believe It Songtext / Lyric

Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small



Spent Sunday morning in the air

liquid lizards, laissez faire.

The Holy Cow on a gravy train

a little stain, so much pain.

Hey little angels drive on through

the Chicken killer smiles at you.

All steamed up on a video

it sure looks cool just like Hell below.






Can you believe it.

You gotta read it

'cause it's all about you.

Can U believe

i'm down on my knees.

Tell me what can I do.



I looked at love on Channel 3

I just don't know who to believe

Johnny slapped her in the face

turn the cheek, turn the page.

Boombox plays who get the joke

I can't help wondering what's the dope.

goldfish bowl inside my head

truth and lies hanging by a thread.