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