There's a rumour goin' round this town That I might not survive A man can only take so much of this And I might be buried alive There may be no explanation It must be person's unknown It really doesn't matter who they hurt Somehow they can take that on their own Maybe it's just what it appears to be People talkin' 'bout you and me Could it be that they're the jealous kind And spreading rumours gives them peace of mind Why don't they put it on the radio Why don't they give it to the news Let True Confessions put in the rag Because it can't be true There may be no foundation Who cares if right is right Well it seems that their only obligation Is to their own delight