Lyrics The Pink Spiders

The Pink Spiders

Talk Hard

Radio to Kansas City we're departing Corpus Christi

Facing turbulence near San Antonio

I've got a mind to leave these cloudy skies behind

But I just thought that I should call and let you know

Cause I don't wanna be close no I don't wanna be in moderation

Slower conversations only lead me to believe I'm getting old

Just making small talk staring at the sidewalk

We exchange about the weather getting cold

And I don't wanna be close no I don't wanna be close

Too old for confrontation too young to let you know

You need to keep your fucking mouth shut

Operator this is urgent seems I've used too much detergent

My apartments filled with bubbles to the ceiling

I've found a needle now I'm popping my way out

But just in case I thought it best to share this feeling

It's not about sex it's not about love

Everybody's talking shit and I don't want to talk to anyone

In this miscommunication this reputation shows

You need to keep your fucking mouth shut