From the recording Late Bloomer
Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Perry Robertson
Additional Engineering by Doug Pettibone
Mastered by Mike Milchner at Sonic Vision
All Songs written by Kelly Zirbes and Perry Robertson
Disc Photo by Joy Neely
Package design and ART by Beth Thayer
Lyrics
Promises made promises gave
Even if in vain still a promise you made
Now you find yourself with only lies to tell
He did what he does best and passed your very test
He made you all smile as he talked that extra mile
Now you find yourself with only lies to sell
The pied piper will not lose. When the piper plays his flute
He waited for a time to get your every dime
And when you wouldn’t pay, he planned his take away
Now you find yourself with only lies to tell
And you find yourself with the only lies to sell
The pied piper will not lose When the piper plays his flute
The pied piper will not lose When the piper wants his due
Now you’ve lost all your youth to the sound of that muse
When gave up on truth, you lost to that flute
Now you find yourself with only lies to tell
Now you find yourself with only lies to sell
And you found yourself in a place called hell
The pied piper will not lose When the piper plays his flute
The pied piper will not lose When the piper wants his due
And the piper will always get his due