I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said
“I can fix that hole in you”
I said I beg your pardon, I’m not looking for a cure
I’ve seen enough from my friends
In the depths of the God-sick blues

You know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
Nobody helps a liar

‘Cause I’ve been down to Dixie
And dropped acid on my tongue
Tripped upon the land ‘til enough was enough
I was a little bit lighter with
Adventure on my sleeve
I was a little drunk and looking
For company
So I found myself a sweetheart
With the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love but I’d do it all again

We built ourselves a fire
We built ourselves a fire
Nobody helps a liar
Nobody helps a liar
And you don’t know what I’ve done

And by the rollin’ river
Is exactly where I was
There was no snake oil cure for unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit
Like smoking or taking drugs
And I’ve quit them both
But man, was it rough

And now I am tired
It just made me tired
Let’s build ourselves a fire
Let’s build ourselves a fire