Small Talk Lyrics

As pure as a dirty glass, broken by the marchers

For whom we should forgive once and for all

We have lost our way

With roadmaps of civility, spinning us in circles

Draped in pleasantries from to to quo

Stripping us as bare as the day we were born

Nothing to say, one thing to say

Nothing to say, one thing to say

Tell me your thoughts on the administration

Tell me your thoughts on the administration

This is the mouth from which every conversation flows

This is the mouth from which every conversation flows

Contradictions of a sheltered life

Never ending noise of a ratified lie

We have lost our way

With slogans on our bumper cars

And affectations of a scripted call

And the medications of a triage ward

With bleeding hearts and broken syntax of a doctor's note

But now it's over

Nothing to say, one thing to say

Nothing to say, one thing to say

Tell me your thoughts on the administration

Tell me your thoughts on the administration

This is the mouth from which every conversation flows

This is the mouth from which every conversation flows