The Web
(c) 1989 Michael Kerwin Breen

Think one thing-but say another.
Feed a line to your own brother.
No one's hurt by your little white lies;
if only you could look me in the eyes.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave
	when first we practise to deceive.

It's OK, 'cause you're alright,
you're no loser in this fight,
and if your conscience hurts you so
just tell another lie, and away you go!

Oh, what a tangled web we weave
	when first we practise to deceive.


Well, a little untruth never caused you pain,
just get away with it and who's to blame?
As long as you are happy and gay,
there's a long time to go 'til judgement day.
But then your record will be plain to see,
all of your deceptive history.
And every little lie that you ever told,
will be nails in your coffin-while the pages unfold

Oh, what a tangled web we weave
	when first we practise to deceive.