What was the crack I made?
Swung a hammer wrapped in suede,
Like a lick from a lunatic beatnik, knock you senseless as I babble on,
I strike between the lines, hissing words in serpentine,
Backbiter with an appetite,
I coil and rattle, then I babble on.
Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract,
Too late to take it back.
Conversations in veneer – sand ‘em down, they’re insincere,
Off guard, better check the cue card,
Got ghostwriters for my babble on,
So I communicate, intending to humiliate,
On attack with a cardiac comeback,
You take shelter, I’ll take babble on.
Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract,
Too late to take it back.
And if talk is cheap the price is high when I let another arrow fly,
Better to be seen and never heard than to babble on with every word,
Ooh.
What was the crack I made?
File a claim with Medicaid,
All my rumours spread like tumours,
Tale and tattle, rant and rattle on.
Ugly as the sin it is,
Sold out to the slander biz,
Gotta keep the tongue in line,
Even fools seem wiser off the babble on.
Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract,
Too late to take it back.
And if talk is cheap the price is high when I let another arrow fly,
Better to be seen and never heard than to babble on with every word.
And if talk is cheap then why the thrill in an idle tongue that fires at will?
Better to be silent and be strong than to let my babble babble on,
Than to let my babble babble on,
Than to babble on.
