SPITTING VENOM
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know.
If the damned gave us a road map then we’d know just where to go.
Now let it drop. Let it all drop. Let it all fall off.
You were talking soda pop, you talk it quite a lot,
the opinions that I do not give and the opinions I ain’t got.
So let it drop. Let it all drop. Let it drop. Oh let it all fall off.
You were spitting venom at most everyone you know.
If you truly knew the gravity you’d know which way to go and let it drop.
Let it all drop. Let it all fall off.
My ears were pressed so firmly right against your mouth to hear.
When you tried to spit your venom out the words were not so clear.
So let it drop. Well we walked downtown and we sat in the rain.
Both lookin’ one direction and waiting for a train of thought over.
Thought over I don’t know who kept track.
I didn’t know there was a score but it looks like you’re the winner.
I ain’t gonna play know more. It’s over. Game over.
Hold onto what you need we’ve got a knack for fucked up history.
Hold onto what you need. We’ve got a knack for messed up history.
Well we walked real stiff and our canes tapped the ground.
You hit me with yours and said, “You’re gonna stare me down.” It’s over.
It’s over. You can say what you want but don’t act like you care.
It takes more than one person to decide what’s fair.
You were spitting venom at most everyone you know.
If the damned gave you a road map then you’d know which way to go.
So we carried all the groceries in while hauling out the trash
and if this doesn’t make us motionless I do not know what can.
So’s to say. What a rotten thing to say,such an awful thing to say.
I didn’t mean to bite you, sorry.
What always did, what “always” did, what always had to slang.
Cheer up baby it wasn’t really always quite so bad
for every bit of venom that came out the antidote was had.
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know.
If the damned gave us a road map then we’d know just where to go.
Now let it drop. Let it all drop. Let it all fall off.
You were talking soda pop, you talk it quite a lot,
the opinions that I do not give and the opinions I ain’t got.
So let it drop. Let it all drop. Let it drop. Oh let it all fall off.
You were spitting venom at most everyone you know.
If you truly knew the gravity you’d know which way to go and let it drop.
Let it all drop. Let it all fall off.
My ears were pressed so firmly right against your mouth to hear.
When you tried to spit your venom out the words were not so clear.
So let it drop. Well we walked downtown and we sat in the rain.
Both lookin’ one direction and waiting for a train of thought over.
Thought over I don’t know who kept track.
I didn’t know there was a score but it looks like you’re the winner.
I ain’t gonna play know more. It’s over. Game over.
Hold onto what you need we’ve got a knack for fucked up history.
Hold onto what you need. We’ve got a knack for messed up history.
Well we walked real stiff and our canes tapped the ground.
You hit me with yours and said, “You’re gonna stare me down.” It’s over.
It’s over. You can say what you want but don’t act like you care.
It takes more than one person to decide what’s fair.
You were spitting venom at most everyone you know.
If the damned gave you a road map then you’d know which way to go.
So we carried all the groceries in while hauling out the trash
and if this doesn’t make us motionless I do not know what can.
So’s to say. What a rotten thing to say,such an awful thing to say.
I didn’t mean to bite you, sorry.
What always did, what “always” did, what always had to slang.
Cheer up baby it wasn’t really always quite so bad
for every bit of venom that came out the antidote was had.
