Talk is Cheap

Talk is cheap and it's easy to shout

If we spent all our time working things out

Would it change anything?

Words are cheap and anyone can sing

So let's sing a song about all the wrongs

Complaining and straining

This is where it belongs

Or so some one said

It must've been something I read

But while I was reading

The ethics lay bleeding

Stab the back of the hand that feeds you

We fall apart in the 'basic human nature' excuse

It's the heart of the gig that bleeds

From the endless soul self-abuse

Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews

From the obvious to the obtuse

The critics who sound so profound

About the mythical 'new underground'

But talk is cheap

The words of wisdom put you to sleep

And you don't even read the cuttings you keep

Just following trends

The trail never ends

When all the solutions are just round the bend

You're upholding ideas that you'd never defend

In the endless search you cannot comprehend

That there's nothing that wonderful

In worshipping trivial

Ego material

Cos music sells papers

Who sell you the feeling

As if it was missing

Yeah really, talk is cheap

Till you put it in print

Sing as you read

The words all fit

Now we're learning the words

Obscure or absurd

It makes no difference

It never gets heard

No it never gets 'in'

But you really want to win

When there's nothing to be

You say 'look at me!'

And it works! Yes it works!

Cos talk is cheap

But shouting is free!