Small towns, freckled frowns, far behind the times Drawl downs, heckle-hounds, childlike pervert minds They started young, and just for fun, they called each other names And now their tongue, though youth is done, embraces still these games
Oh meet them today, and watch them smile, and say then fair-the-well Deceits underway, for all the while, they're talking you straight to hell Feverish whispers, judgments high, condemnations fly As little tweaks, by mental freaks, through connotations lie
They're scared inside, that's why they lied, at themselves they mostly frown For deep inside, in fear they hide, themselves they thus then crown A crown of chatter, a crown of hate, a crown of jealousy and woe So know your friends, and say good things, and by talk you'll know your foes
