sometimes i wanna get outside
cut the cord not say goodbye
just leave
wanna disappear
old lady yappin on the telephone
dirty little town gonna beat her bones
it’ll bang your bones to dust
she don’t raise no fuss
downed in a glaze of boredom
must somewhere higher be
misunderstood and scorned
this town ain’t big enough for me & my big mouth
my big mouth
sometimes i wanna bite the hand
turn the tables on a master plan
say wake up brothers
wake up y’all
no sense beatin’ around the bush
when i’ve got something to say
you better just wait a minute
i’ll put my foot right in it
all lemons come up cherries
given the power to be
might be your visionary
come to speak with angels, me & my big mouth
my big mouth
all lemons come up cherries
given the power to be
i’ll be your missionary
give you all the strength you need
to find the truth and
chase the violence
may they never silence
me & my big mouth
my big mouth