本歌詞不能自動滾動
I hear the rumor mill is turning to try and stop it is a waste of time mad caddies who fucked who will be on the front page the local air is thick with painted lies truth in disguise when you go out they will be watching(eyes on you) i see them all around in this little town accusations and assumptions will fill you up and start to cloud your mind the room is filled with stagnant conversation i see right through it with discerning eyes beyond the lies