Talking, waging that long tongue
As if it were the tail end of your body
Lying, making a profession out of something
That was nothing but a hobby
Confessing, ain’t easy when the words all tumbled
Out your mouth and they’re already listening
Depression, is knocking on the door
And losing your best friend ain’t all you’re missing
(Chorus)
Hold that tongue of yours and listen for a change
You’ve got to recognize, truth’s no clearer
Turn and take a very good, good look at yourself
You’ll find you won’t like what’s gazing back at you
Out of that mirror
You’re boasting, feeding that small fire until its
Roaring like a lion at your neighbor
Roasting, baste yourself all nice and brown
The devil soon be sampling your flavor
Worry, you’re wondering about what to do
And looking around for something new to pinch hit
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, and read the word,
You must have heard
That Jesus is the only one who can fix it