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