Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Tomaino
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Tomaino
Songwriter
Lyrics
In a home reduced to toothpicks
She cradles baby born
It's enough to make her home sick
For her mother's scorn
Going nowhere downhill too quick
Tired tattered and torn
Take a bow clap-back cute trick
Hold for applause
People will talk
What will they say
People will talk
What does it matter anyway
In a room with gossip tongue tip
To which I'm duly sworn
Speculation outcast misfit
Innuendo thorn
Raining shame and reaping for
The stain on the family name
Clamour claw and talk some more
To slip your way out of blame
People will talk
What will they say
People will talk
What does it matter anyway
What does it matter anyway
What does it matter anyway
What does it matter anyway
Written by: John Tomaino
