old 97's
let the idiot speak
There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside Our love is made almost entirely of downside Who would have thought it could feel so much better then?  Now there's a half a million things I wanna tell you They tap the phone line and the speaker at the drive through Who would have thought it could feel so much different then?  Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak  Now there's a strange way and awkward feelings I'm bouncing off the wall, I'm talking to the ceilings Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?  Now there's a half a million reasons we can argue You're right in front of me now, there's no one to talk to Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?  Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak  Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak  Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak  Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak  Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot 