Maybe later on it'll be quiet
Maybe later on it'll be cool
Maybe later on
When everyone is gone
We can tell it like it is to each other
Idiot wind blowing in through the front door
Idiot wind blowing in from the back
Idiot wind blowing in from every crevice, every crack
Anybody wanna tell it like it is to each other
Like you would to a sister or a brother
And cut this cosmopolitan (?)
Rumor coming in from the underbelly of the east coast
Rumor going out from the dirty mouths out west
They're s**ing it in and spitting it out and 'a sticking out their chests
Anybody wanna tell it like it is to each other
Like you would to a sister or a brother
And cut this cosmopolitan pap
And cut this cosmopolitan pap