I hear the rumor mill is turning
to try and stop it is a waste of time
who fucked who will be on the front page
the local air is thick with painted lies
truth in disguise
when you go out they will be watching(eyes on you)
i see them all around
come tomorrow and they'll start talking
in this little town
accusations and assumptions
will fill you up and start to cloud your mind
the room is filled with stagnant conversation
i see right through it with discerning eyes
beyond the lies