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