Big voices on the radio Hushed whispers on the telephone Thin walls, open airwaves A cold case becomes a hot zone
There’s always an agenda Only white knights and renegades Pushing out a prejudice And calling it “Lemonade”
They’ll always try to buy stars above They’ll always lie about who they love You’ve heard the names Fake numbers get ahead in the game so When’s push gonna come shove?
Don’t feed me tall tales I’ll spit ‘em right back at you You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell you So don’t blame the skeptics For thinking out loud In the battle of headroom, it’s a fight for the foreground
It takes a crowd to change a scene No more readers to write the magazines Betting we won’t recognize That they decide when the rules don’t apply
Don’t feed me tall tales I’ll spit ‘em right back at you You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell you So don’t blame the skeptics For thinking out loud In the battle of headroom, it’s a fight for the foreground
I know I’m not alone In using a microphone to say What I think should be said I’m running it in the red
Don’t feed me tall tales I’ll spit ‘em right back at you You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
