Talking Loud and Saying Nothing

Like a dull knife

Just ain't cutting

Just talking loud

Then saying nothing

Just saying nothing

Just saying nothing

You can't tell me

How to run my life down

You can't tell me

How to keep my business sound

You can't tell me

What I'm doing wrong

When you keep driving and

Singing that same old money song

You can't tell me

Which way to go

Cause three times seven

And then some more

You can't tell me, hey

You're like a dull knife

Just ain't cutting

You're just talking loud

And saying nothing

Just saying nothing

Just saying nothing

Don't tell me

How to do my thing

When you can't, can't

Can't do your own

Dont tell me how to be a boy

When, when you know I'm grown

Can't use me like a woman

Woman throws away her dress

And you can't tell me, hey

How to use my mess

You're like a dull knife

Jack, you just ain't cutting

You're just talking loud

Then saying nothing

Just saying nothing

And saying nothing

Shape up your bag

Don't worry bout mine

My thing together

And a doing fine

Good luck to you

Just allow you're wrong

Then keep on singing that

Same old money song

Then keep on singing that

Same old money song

Just keep on singing that

Same old money song

Just keep on singing that

Same old money song

Just keep on singing that

Same old money, oww

I got to, I want yo

I musta, I got to

Ashes ashes and a dust to dust

I musta, jump on back

I'm doing a, my hands

I say I will, the point

Is too dark to fill

You say I cant

You're phony, you're phony

I said, I said, you're phony