Lowest Of The Low The Gossip Talkin` Blues Lyrics

The Gossip Talkin` Blues Lyrics

She's the reigning queen of "how ya been?" 

She's got the gossip talkin' blues 

She'll photocopy her friends' lives and pass one on to you 

And how do you think that I found out that Henry needs new shoes? 

But I'm convinced that she could find something better to do 



I don't know what I was thinking or what was on my mind 

I must've been preoccupied, or wiping my behind 

And she never ceases to blow me away with the secrets that she finds 

But I'm convinced that she could do something better with her time 

I don't give a damn 



Well, he's the reigning king of "the latest thing" 

And he'll document your life 

To everybody and their mother and even the neighbour's wife 

And when the story gets back to you it's fiction with a knife 

And the subjects' names have not been changed to protect the subjects' life 



Well I don't know what he was thinking or what was on his mind 

Obviously not a lot or he'd have taken more time 

And now I'll have to kill him in some way that ain't sublime 

Yeah, one less gossip in the world, sure that'd suit me fine 



Damn you, damn you, damn you all to hell 

Dead men never tell 



Well you can't believe what they tell you when you're young 

And you can't believe what they tell you when you're old 

And you can't believe what they say about you when you're gone 

Not much of a conversation left to hold 



But Sunday morning in the church they'll catch up on the news 

There's a murmur in the flock, but there's a reason they're called pews 

'Cause something smells kinda' fishy with the local holy plan 

And I can only thank the Lord that I don't give a damn