We got gossip and gunplay, so gather around
Come one and come all now, join in a public breakdown
We got gossip and gunplay, so pull up a chair
Let's watch the fortunate fall and revel in their disrepair
We built you up... We'll drag you down.
There's something sorely wrong with a state of mind
that glare at young women lying broken, battered and blind
just a' shining the limelight dead between her eyes
and waiting for the next morning's "Daily Demise"
Call it a crime were it something with a tear to be be shed
sure she's feeling the pain, but we aint seeing it yet
never running from her eyes in the frames of the press
so its ok to gather 'round cause its all in her head
We got gossip and gunplay, so gather around
Come one and come all now, join in a public breakdown
We got gossip and gunplay, so pull up a chair
Let's watch the fortunate fall and revel in their disrepair
We built you up... We'll drag you down.
Think of that same young girl growing up in your sight
as she grew to lay her claim you'd be filling with pride
then the rug it come from under and the seeker she hides
in another or a needle in a haystack of lies
And so the public comes together bearing down on your girl
never to lend a helping hand, just a pointing finger
still waters running deep aren't given to stir
but even the sea breaks her tide from weight of the earth
We got gossip and gunplay, so gather around
Come one and come all now, join in a public breakdown
We got gossip and gunplay, so pull up a chair
Let's watch the fortunate fall and revel in their disrepair
We built you up... We'll drag you down.