A ******* game of telephone
you told your story down the wire
knowing that you were a liar
they look at me strangely
their minds to shallow to see
It’s all just a game, a ******* game of telephone
Rhyme and Reason
tangled in a web of miscommunication
there's a rumour flying here about
but you see I'm not too sure
but, the rumour is I did it
Is it the truth or something more?
I remember playing telephone
as a kid, way back in school
when someone told you something
and you told the next person as a rule
the game was all a jumble
as the first phrase got all changed
It was my first time hearing rumors
and how words are re-arranged
there's a rumour flying round the town
I think you may have heard
but, you did not ask to hear a peep from me
not one **** single word
I'm honey on your tongues
The muse for your thoughts
It only sparks my sense of humor.
Chinese whispers what do they say,
"there's no truth in the patter at the end of the day."
They choose to destroy because they know that they can.
So never believe what the gossips have to say
**How do you know that's the truth anyway?