Devil Talk

Lashes on your back, gossip is the Devil's whip It can be over a back yard fence of a coffee shop You are never in a courtroom to tell your side They are so happy with a hateful tongue and loose lip To hear them tell it, they are the cream of the crop When the facts are heard, they run and hide Lies to them, thinks it makes a better story "Rake him over the coals and hang him high" "Tar and feather him, run him out of town" Smear his name in the mud, that is their glory But never look you in the eye "Boy, you had better be gone when the Sun goes down" Shaking their fists and pointing a finger "I tell you he the one, he is guilty" First one, then two and three, until there is a mob More fuel to the fire, out of their minds that if filled with anger Mas hysteria and a lunatics insanity "Let's get a rope and do our job" They say the guilty dog, barks the most and the loudest While the truth stands calm to hear what is said When the river of gossip runs dry, the Devil will take a walk The Sun will rise in the East and gossip will be put to rest We can rest assure at night, when we rest our head Pray that this will end the Devil's talk