You target ones with loose tongue through your fingers

You find ways to make us turn inside

If I lose my ground I will stand by to navigate the escape

For the silent ones

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell me

First I will say anything to make sure you don't

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell Me

First I will say anything to make

You act less blessed

You are sympathies great deciever

Oh the taste of your teeth after you sneer

By the accident of approval we'll take a shot in the dark

To kill the buss in the room

The buss in the room

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell me

First I will say anything to make sure you don't

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell me

First I will say anything

I'll take the side of the ones

Whose feet touch the floor

You'll take the side of the ones approaching lines to create life

For starving eyes I know you will never make a proud home

You will never make a proud home

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell me

First I will say anything to make sure you don't

So take it to the back of the bar

You make me think what you want to tell me

First I will say anything