Son, go fetch the rifle now
I think there's something in the yard
I can see the herd is getting rattled
And the dogs are on their guard

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar

We came to make a home here
But there's something in the trees
We bolt the door, chained the gates, secured the homestead
But it's never gonna leave

The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now

Hey! Did you curse this place?
Did you fall to earth
To cull the herd?

Strange gods above the earth
These things you just won't believe

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar

In the shackles of the night
There are lights up in the sky
Scratching at the doors
They are coming through the walls
Twenty feet above the ground
They move without a sound
Among the garbage cans
A curse upon the land

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar