Talkin' Bout It

They've whispered in the backroom
Gonna make a saint out of a fool
Hang his picture in the town square
And ask you to forget that you were there

I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to think about it now
By any other name a liar just the same, the lowest of the brows

A junk bond salesman on the backlot
Pushing blame away for years since he's been caught
And you're not asking the right questions
The grand suggestion is he's something that he's not

Now I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to think about it now
The paint is barely dry
The whitewash on my eyes is the milk of sacred cows

They're gonna scrub and scour and rub and wipe that slate clean
The city you love, when push comes to shove is just an accident scene
Between fiction and fact the truth has been hacked
Left skulking behind a screen
Conjecture's not absolute, we'll pull it out by the root
And I don't see what you mean

I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to think about it now
I've been kicking the tires
And watching the wires and bending the bough
I'm gonna have to talk about it, I'm gonna have to think about it now
I've been kicking the tires
And watching the wires and breaking the bough