[Joe Horton:] It's careless talk and mindless chatter Echoing the matter of facts The matter of cats and underhanded acts Whose point of views Point at you with twenty twos And all you could do Is take little Billy, Susan, and move To the other side of the tracks With rainbows and Cadillacs Picking up your weed wacker, puting down your battle axe Clipping out them coupons, throwing out your food stamps People turn their backs on the mother f**ing movement But man could move mountains and I'm one for the try Join the ranks, sit in ma**es who were destined to die Before they really get to live like [?] And while our leaders steady leading like their wrongs were right I know the long is fight I mean the fight is long But see the beauty in the fear though the night goes on Know the stars will guide the way Keep the warriors strong It's careless talk, yeah It's careless talk Been retreating down the side of your wall And down your hall in sidewalk chalk It's careless talk High and wildly written backwards across your forehead With forgotten ink from a broken pen It's careless talk It's careless talk When there's absolutely nothing left Besides you and that thing that keeps jumping up and down inside your chest And your soul Or at least the rest of it left And your pride But you won't stop until you beat that to d**h And the moment But you can't hold it and there's no doubt about that And your shame That little piece of you that keeps coming back And the flame That part inside of you that will never die And your fear The only part of you that knows you're alive And that time you felt the end Your swear to god you could fly And the dreams that keep on forming until the end of the night Cause its real, so real that you could feel the appeal Of the beats, rhymes, life Cold steel in the heat of the night Cause in the end it was I who needed you more than you needed I In the end it was I I needed yours more than you needed mine It's careless talk Been retreating down the side of your wall And down your hall in sidewalk chalk It's careless talk High and wildly written backwards across your forehead With forgotten ink from a broken pen It's careless talk It's careless talk