Mudslinger

Mudslinger, door ringer There's a right way, wrong way through it I've been waiting in the wings Hearing everything's burnin' up or melted into it Well, who you gonna talk to now? They've moved out And your new neighbours, they don't see the world like you do Hide in the newspapers Patch up that hole in the fence Well, you never know who's looking, do you? The walls have been whinin' and dinin' The air has been thick and divided Beware, as the temperature rises Yeah, people will be full of surprises Yeah, people will be full of surprises Yeah, people will be full of surprises Yeah, people will be full off surprises Mudslinger, humdinger I have been all the people you've been now Nothing ever changes, keep the channels basic Don't you call me lazy Well, what are you gonna do now? The well has really run out And you know, I blame everybody else Sling whatever you want 'Cause I'm already out And you may not be around to talk about your health Your bedrock is working the night shift Your anger is walking beside it Beware, as the temperature rises Yeah, people will be full of surprises Yeah, people will be full of surprises Yeah, people will be full of surprises, yeah Yeah, people will be full off surprises The cities are becoming a blood spot But rural living's leaving us too raw Well, you never liked me, but I never liked you So I dig some dirt on you, you dig some dirt on me And I find myself in your history Yeah, I dig some dirt on you, you dig some dirt on me And I find myself in your history Find myself in your history Find myself in your history Find myself in your history