It's only 3 blocks from the broadcast booth
To the place where you indulge your sweet tooth
This town's as flat as a railroad spike
Now that everybody knows your business [?]
Step into your postage stamp of trampled green
You spread your poison around
And you let your secrets get out
Don't leave your window open
Even a semi-colon
You'll get the shadow stolen out
Of your mouth
And the crop-dust up above the reservoir
But there's been no sign of sickness so far
While the rumours radiate like ink
From the spot where your felt-tips stopped to let you think
Like a pool of water with a trace of benzene
[?] concrete gas'd be a lousy fanzine
You spread your poison around
And you pour your paint in the ground
Dip in your brush of sable
f** off the water table
Can't call for help or cable out
Of my mouth
I can't live here any longer
Concentration's got much stronger
It's all over 'cause it's all over town
I can't live here any longer
C-c-concentration's got much stronger
It's all over 'cause it's all over town
It's all over 'cause
It's all over 'cause
It's all over 'cause
It's all over 'cause
It's all over 'cause it's all over town