LITTLE MOUTHS

 

Back in an office there’s a sad little man.

He’s counting out money with his greasy little hands.

He’s got his orders. Working for the kingpin.

And every dollar bill stinks of sin.

 

You never have a knife when there’s something to cut.

Little mouths full of big talk are better off shut.

 

She’s thinking, as she gives him a long, cool kiss,

She’d like another flavor, but she’ll settle right now for this.

Moves through the world from the club to the rack.

She’ll be lucky to leave with the clothes on her back.

 

You never have a knife when there’s something to cut.

Little mouths full of big talk are better off shut.

 

Out of her mind, she runs away. 

Now she and the mirror have nothing to say.

What she’s thinking must weigh a ton.

It’s a pity what you see when there’s nowhere to run.

 

Between the shadows, he brings the news.

He’s tickled pink to turn you black and blue.

It’s nothing personal. Works on commission.

Whatever he breaks is your decision.

 

You never have a knife when there’s something to cut.

Little mouths full of big talk are better off shut.

You never have a knife when there’s something to cut.

Little mouths full of big talk are better off shut.

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Big talk.

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