Without a Word

Dragon, they talk like a filibuster Their words surround me like a gala's cluster Slagging, spewing is all they're doing When we do, they manage to muster Nagging on the wages of sin I don't know where to begin It's all working itself on me And it goes without saying No one here is paying Close attention It goes without saying Bragging, I like an idiot when I like we're friends to the end And this is the end Your eyes, they talk to me Your lips, they are something to see And it goes without saying No one here is paying Close attention It goes without saying Goes without saying No one here is paying Close attention It goes without saying They got a squeaky hinge Way out here on the fringe From a swinging gate Just to get the old From this mortal coil The damn, it's trying It's turmoil