Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A. Guns
Performer
Tracii Guns
Electric Guitar
Phil Lewis
Lead Vocals
Johnny Martin
Electric Bass Guitar
Adam Hamilton
Drums
Ace Von Johnson
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracii Guns
Songwriter
Mitch Davis
Songwriter
Phil Lewis
Songwriter
Johnny Martin
Songwriter
Adam Hamilton
Songwriter
Ace Von Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tracii Guns
Producer
Lyrics
Liar
You think you're being sneaky, but I see what you do
When you're rocking, picking pockets for a dollar or two
Drawing all the lines, and I'm reading between
Sitting with a crown, but you're hardly a queen
Now go, get out
Don't wait here for the shit to go down
Be cool, no doubt
You gotta get out, don't show your face around
When you're looking in the mirror, it's like looking at me
I think you're a lowlife too
You don't break a sweat when you're feeling the squeeze
I think you're a lowlife too, oh-yeah
You never buy a ticket, but you're making a scene
Living like you're lavish, you're the crop of the cream
You know what to do when the trail gets hot
Keep it off the record when the record stops
Now go, get out
Don't wait here for the shit to go down
Be cool, chill out
You gotta get out, don't show your face around
You're a big manipulator, you got something to prove
I think you're a lowlife too
You're a real life villain with a fake ID
I think you're a lowlife too, oh-yeah
I won't tell your friends and neighbors
Your secret's safe with me
To see real perpetrator
You gotta hang around with me
Low, low, low, low, low
You're a lowlife too
Low, low, low, low, low
Baby, you're a lowlife too
You're a big manipulator, you got something to prove
I think you're a lowlife too
When you're looking in the mirror, it's like looking at me
I think you're a lowlife too
Writer(s): Ace Von Johnson, Adam Hamilton, Johnny Martin, Mitch Davis, Phil Lewis, Tracii Guns
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