Mudslinger, door ringer
There's a right way, wrong way through it
I've been waiting in the wings
Hearing everything's burnin' up or melted into it
Well, who you gonna talk to now? They've moved out
And your new neighbours, they don't see the world like you do
Hide in the newspapers
Patch up that hole in the fence
Well, you never know who's looking, do you?
The walls have been whinin' and dinin'
The air has been thick and divided
Beware, as the temperature rises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises
Yeah, people will be full off surprises
Mudslinger, humdinger
I have been all the people you've been now
Nothing ever changes, keep the channels basic
Don't you call me lazy
Well, what are you gonna do now? The well has really run out
And you know, I blame everybody else
Sling whatever you want
'Cause I'm already out
And you may not be around to talk about your health
Your bedrock is working the night shift
Your anger is walking beside it
Beware, as the temperature rises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises
Yeah, people will be full of surprises, yeah
Yeah, people will be full off surprises
The cities are becoming a blood spot
But rural living's leaving us too raw
Well, you never liked me, but I never liked you
So I dig some dirt on you, you dig some dirt on me
And I find myself in your history
Yeah, I dig some dirt on you, you dig some dirt on me
And I find myself in your history
Find myself in your history
Find myself in your history
Find myself in your history
