Too much patience, no resistance
Within shouting distance
You can hear a blind man's bluff
Dragging names through the mud instead of biting his tongue
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers
While the ravenous all eat their fill

Tell me, tell me a story
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear
So that I don't hear them throwing stones

Too much hogwash, not enough hearsay
Always made the front page
You could use a fine-toothed comb
To get a word from the wise would be a welcome surprise
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that all make me whole

Tell me, tell me a story
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear
So that I don't hear them throwing stones

These walls don't talk
Even when somebody knocks
These walls don't stand
For anyone else but themselves
These walls won't fall
Even when gravity's failing us all

Tell me, tell me a story
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear
So that I don't hear them throwing stones