passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the train

fools that threw their mouths about with nothing more
to do than pass the blame

seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah

second, third and fourth hand words their twisted lips
spit out the same old lies

on and on the grapevine gathers, anyone who needs that kind of high

those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time, yeah



and it's shame on me, if it's all the same to you

all the time I see someone try to put the blame on me



passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the same old train