I talk of freedom   You talk of the flag   I talk of revolution   You'd much rather brag      And as the decibels of this disenchanting discourse   Continue to dampen the day   The coin flips again and again, and again, and again   As our sanity walks away      All this discussion   Though politically correct   Is dead beyond destruction   Though it leaves me quite erect      And as the final sunset rolls behind the earth   And the clock is finally dead   I'll look at you, you'll look at me and we'll cry a lot   But this will be what we said   This will be what we said      Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby      Talk on      I want you   I prepared you   I instructed you   I told you what to expect   All the time in piece of trouble      Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby      Lier   Lier   Lier      You yourself know [Incomprehensible]   That the things don't come in