Big voices on the radio, hushed whispers on the telephone
Thin walls, open airwaves, a cold case becomes a hot zone
There's always an agenda, only white knights and renegades
Pushin' out a prejudice, and callin' it lemonade
They'll always try to buy stars above, they'll always lie about who they love
You've heard the names, fake numbers get ahead in the games
So, when's push gonna come shove?

Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you
You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you, ha
So don't blame the skeptics for thinkin' out loud
In the battle of headroom, it's a fight for the foreground
It takes a crowd to change a scene, no more readers to write the magazines
Bettin' we won't recognize that they decide when the rules don't apply

Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you
You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you
So don't blame the skeptics for thinking out loud
In the battle of headroom, it's a fight for the foreground
I know I'm not alone in usin' a microphone to say, say, 'phone to say
What I think should be said, be sa-aid, be sa-aid, I'm runnin' it in the red

Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you
You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you