From Samposts
The women in caftans are dripping in jewels
With blue hair and bracelets brought back from Beruit
The men are informal in Givenchy suits
They've gotten together on the mayor's patio
For a seated dinner and a magic show
They ain't very careful of the stones they throw
They just talk talk talk talk talk
(talk talk talk talk talk)
Yeah they just talk talk talk talk talk
And they don't say nothin'
Yeah...
There's drifters and losers and girls on the take
At the barbecue joint down by the lake
They stare in the mirror at each other's face
The owner is nursing a bottle of gin
The waitress is fading and slightly bent
The jukebox is playing some country lament
As they talk talk talk talk talk
(talk talk talk talk talk)
They just talk talk talk talk talk
And they don't say nothin'
Oh yeah...
The cartel is meeting behind closed doors
To plan a campaign for the Oily Wars
The Monarch of Lesbia now has the floor
The bootlegger goes for the Swiss banker's throat
The hired assassin calls for a vote
The chairman stares vacantly out the window
As they talk talk talk talk talk
(talk talk talk talk talk)
Yeah they just talk talk talk talk talk
And they don't say nothin'
No they don't say nothin'
And they don't say nothin'
talk talk talk talk
talk talk talk talk
talk talk talk talk
talk talk talk talk...
