Can you lie when all signs point to you?
The mishap on the floor isn’t your fault.
You didn’t do anything. Nothing at all.
Like that when you got there, right?

Bloodied hands and distorted alibis.

Too bad you were the only one there;
The scene’s got your prints all over it.
Denial will probably get you nowhere;
Your parents will flip when they find out.

Bloodied hands and distorted alibis.

Maybe you can clean up the mess;
Maybe nobody will even notice;
Maybe you can put this all behind you;
Or perhaps you can run away.

Bloodied hands and distorted alibis.

Yes, leave while you still can,
Before your parents get home.
You know they’re going to scream.
If only you can fix their beloved vase…