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 ♪ Well, we came to make a home here But there's something in the trees We bolt the door, chain the gate, secure the homestead But it's never gonna leave ♪ 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