Remember my loose tongue
Forget what I just said
I'll crawl over broken glass
If we could start again
Before our plans were made
When the world was young
The house was falling down
Because of my loose tongue
I shouldn't say so much
I shouldn't talk so loud
It's sooner on your lips
And it's all over town
In all our given days
How many gone to waste
A good man has been hung
Because of my loose tongue
Your skin is changing it's hue
Your god is coming down fast
Looks like someone I knew
Uncovered happiness at last
And all the wagging tongues
Too much information
In the future now
Under massive doubt
The papers on the street
Get trampled under feet
And they settle for a princely sum
Good will is coming down
And when it rains
Your well is full
You shouldn't ask me, you shouldn't ask me,
If you want the real story, you shouldn't ask me,
You better find someone else to get the house key,
You've no admission to his personal life,
You know the mans walking on the edge of a knife,
You tail's getting longer,Your nose keeps growing,
And after some time you forget what you're knowing,
Had a fleeting encounter with a psycho sycophant,
And now he's feeling like a kicked out tin can,
You've got the poor man nailed to the floor,
But that's not enough and you want a bit more.
He's only halfway through his life
He's only used up all his time
Forget what I just said
I'll crawl over broken glass
If we could start again
Before our plans were made
When the world was young
The house was falling down
Because of my loose tongue
I shouldn't say so much
I shouldn't talk so loud
It's sooner on your lips
And it's all over town
In all our given days
How many gone to waste
A good man has been hung
Because of my loose tongue
Your skin is changing it's hue
Your god is coming down fast
Looks like someone I knew
Uncovered happiness at last
And all the wagging tongues
Too much information
In the future now
Under massive doubt
The papers on the street
Get trampled under feet
And they settle for a princely sum
Good will is coming down
And when it rains
Your well is full
You shouldn't ask me, you shouldn't ask me,
If you want the real story, you shouldn't ask me,
You better find someone else to get the house key,
You've no admission to his personal life,
You know the mans walking on the edge of a knife,
You tail's getting longer,Your nose keeps growing,
And after some time you forget what you're knowing,
Had a fleeting encounter with a psycho sycophant,
And now he's feeling like a kicked out tin can,
You've got the poor man nailed to the floor,
But that's not enough and you want a bit more.
He's only halfway through his life
He's only used up all his time