Lyrics Without a Word - Giant Sand

Dragon, they talk like a filibuster
Their words surround me like a gala's cluster
Slagging, spewing is all they're doing
When we do, they manage to muster

Nagging on the wages of sin
I don't know where to begin
It's all working itself on me

And it goes without saying
No one here is paying
Close attention
It goes without saying

Bragging, I like an idiot when
I like we're friends to the end
And this is the end

Your eyes, they talk to me
Your lips, they are something to see
And it goes without saying
No one here is paying
Close attention
It goes without saying

Goes without saying
No one here is paying
Close attention
It goes without saying

They got a squeaky hinge
Way out here on the fringe
From a swinging gate
Just to get the old
From this mortal coil
The damn, it's trying
It's turmoil