White, Discussion

I talk of freedom

You talk of the flag

I talk of revolution

You'd much rather brag

And as the decibels of this disenchanting discourse

Continue to dampen the day

The coin flips again and again and again

And again as our sanity walks away

All this discussion

Though politically correct

Is dead beyond destruction

Though it leaves me quite erect

And as the final sunset rolls behind the Earth

And the clock is finally dead

I'll look at you, you'll look at me

And we'll cry a lot

But this will be what we say

This will be what we say

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Talk on

(I warned you, I prepared you)

(I instructed you, I told you what to expect)

(All the time been feeding, what have you got?) Yeah

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Liar, liar

Liar, liar

Liar, liar

Liar, liar

(You yourselves know it's true)

(That the days shall come)