People talk, man. What they say, drive a hopeful neighbor away

Why do they want to be that way? It's a mystery, just nobody knows

Could have been a strong hand in our country, always looking out for the little guy

Since she was knee high to a grasshopper

Gossip, one night making out with a girlfriend

Dulled a brighter light than most

People like to take the human part and make it forbidden

Like to take the love out and put the sin in

It's an age old witch hunt, singling out the strong so the weak can rule

People love to talk, making stereotypes as the ages roll

Skin color racism changes from dark to light, depending on how the rich want to divide us up

Creating monsters out of hard working folks just trying to get by

Now you get labeled, whatever is the biggest fear of the day

Gossip is the national pastime, it's how jobs are stolen and incompetence reigns

Never justice, never justice again, just hate, solitary