Bull Shit

ORIGINAL SONG (NOT A COVER) You get a shiver in the half-lit room Hear a voice cut through the cheap perfume There’s a man at the bar with a story to tell About the highs he’s known and the lows as well He says, “Listen close, I can set you straight” With a wink and a grin that don’t quite relate To the cracks in the glass of the life he’s sold And the tired lines that are growing old Well, the waitress sighs as she walks on by She’s heard it all and she don’t ask why There’s a kid in the corner with a second-hand dream Trying hard just to look unseen And the man keeps rolling like he’s on a roll Spinning words like they’re solid gold But the rhythm slips if you listen in To the hollow ring underneath the spin And he says it’s truth, but it don’t quite fit All dressed up just to make it stick You can dress it fine, you can talk it slick But I ain’t buying your bull shit No, I ain’t buying your bull shit Then the band kicks in with a steady hand Like they’ve played this tune since time began There’s a line of smoke and a worn-out chord And a quiet laugh that you can’t ignore See, they don’t care for the polished line Or the painted truth in a borrowed rhyme They just play it straight, let the feeling sit While the rest of it fades to bull shit And he says it’s truth, but it don’t quite fit All dressed up just to make it stick You can dress it fine, you can talk it slick But I ain’t buying your bull shit No, I ain’t buying your bull shit Now the clock runs down and the room gets thin Just a few old faces settling in There’s a quiet glance where the truth might show In the things he says and the things he don’t Yeah, he’s still talking like he owns the night But the shine wears off in the fading light And the cards he plays don’t land the same When you’ve heard it all in a different name And he says it’s truth, but it don’t quite fit All dressed up just to make it stick You can dress it fine, you can talk it slick But I ain’t buying your bull shit No, I ain’t buying your bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit Bull shit, bull shit And it’s one more round as the night winds down Chairs go up and they dim the town You can keep your tales and your practiced bit I’m walking out on your bull shit --- Music generated using aimusicgen AI under commercial license. Lyrics written by APSK. © 2026 APSK. All rights reserved. This song contains AI-generated music.