Slander
That gossip
That slander
That earful of chit chat that hits your reputation over the head with a bat
The one that you find back in Daddy's little shed of affliction
You have the key
And you pass around bats like they're going on sale
Innocent conversation that walks on a wire
Makes your throat burn like fire
Because it's the devil's words your spilling
All over the sidewalk and hallways
All over the town like your painting the roses red
Until they're dead
Until you brand them with lies
Until you inject them with your prattle
Your scandal
Your dirty laundry, your calumny, your tall, tall tale
Like it's going on sale
You think that words can't hurt
That's it's just one little myth that slides out of your mouth and into others
Under covers, hurting brothers
That idle talk
Makes a person walk through the room and feel one inch tall
That changes a person's world in an instant
And you watch on the news and you read in the headlines the effect words can have
Words can rule, whether for right or for wrong
Daddy's bat had its own little song
And it's lyrics take lives, cut like knives
Like they're going on sale
You let it out in an exhale
And that campaign, that prate, that buzz
Will pollute every ocean of truth and decency it reaches
All of the pure, untouched beaches
That gossip
That slander
That earful of chit chat that hits your reputation over the head with a bat
The one that you find back in Daddy's little shed of affliction
You have the key