I read a story in your paper
The words were burning up my eyes
You hide the truth behind a banner called 'the scene'
And forge yourself a maximum lie
You think you are the expert rocker
You think your pen can make it right
But if you ever doubt the power of the east again my friend
You're gonna find an old school fight
The kids are wise they will indict you
For what it's worth I will remind you too
Some call it liberty but I
Call it a maximum lie
And I won't soon forget the story
That you hacked out about my friend
You all dissed the man in his obituary
That's where this shit come to an end
You think you are so mighty
You think your pen can make it right
But all that goes around it comes around again
And soon you'll be out of gas
And all you spurned will come to spite you
They'll say they never liked you too
Some call it freedom but I
Call it a maximum lie
