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Well I'm so sick and tired of talking on the phone
Sitting in a room conversing all alone
Talk, talk, talk, talking about everybody else
But what you really rather do is talking about yourself
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me
Not even a word
Just button your lip
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk
You ought to have a case of bloody laryngitis
We're sitting in a room with no one there beside us
And we're sick and tired of
Listening to your neuratic shit
Shut your mouth, your fuckin hands
Stop acting like a twit
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chatter chatter chatter
Everybody, this is the cowboy
Fuckin cowboy
I knew it the minute I saw him
The way he walked, the way he talked
The way he looked in my eye
There was something special there
There was something a little bit extra
He was in love with everything he saw
Man, could he drink
I'm not sorry, I know that he was the one
He had the t-t-t-t-tu simple math
He had the t-t-t-turn table
The tv video stereo
But he talked like a fuckin motherfucker
He would not stop
He talked, he talked
He was on drugs, you know, it didn't matter
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chatter chatter chatter
You open up your fuckin mouth
But I don't know what's the matter
When you yak yak yak yak yak yak yak
I'd like to tie your hands and feet
And put you in a sack
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk
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 Available On: live only
Musicians (live):
Josh Homme - vocals, guitar
Nick Oliveri - bass
Alfredo Hernandez - drums
Dave Catching - keyboards
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