Mid-Nineteen Sixties Garage-Punk Sound 2

Talk, Talk by The Music Machine

I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild

I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace

I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size


Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me

Oh, oh, all right

Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size

Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk