Talk is cheap and its easy to shout
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If we spent all our time working things out
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Would it change anything?
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Words are cheap and anyone can sing
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So let's sing a song about all the wrongs
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Complaining and straining
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This is where it belongs
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Or so some one said
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It must've been something I read
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But while I was reading
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The ethics lay bleeding
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Stab the back of the hand that feeds you
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We fall apart in the 'basic human nature' excuse
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It's the heart of the gig that bleeds
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From the endless soul self-abuse
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Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews
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From the obvious to the obtuse
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The critics who sound so profound
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About the mythical 'new underground'
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But talk is cheap
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The words of wisdom put you to sleep
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And you don't even read the cuttings you keep
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Just following trends
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The trail never ends
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When all the solutions are just round the bend
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You're upholding ideas that you'd never defend
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In the endless search you cannot comprehend
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That there's nothing that wonderful
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In worshipping trivial
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Ego material
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Cos music sells papers
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Who sell you the feeling
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As if it was missing
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Yeah really, talk is cheap
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Till you put it in print
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Sing as you read
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The words all fit
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Now we're learning the words
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Obscure or absurd
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It makes no difference
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It never gets heard
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No it never gets 'in'
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But you really want to win
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When there's nothing to be
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You say 'look at me!'
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And it works! Yes it works!
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Cos talk is cheap
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But shouting is free!
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Talk Is Cheap
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| Citizen Fish |
