Foreground 가사

Big voices on the radio, hushed whispers on the telephone Thin walls, open airwaves, a cold case becomes a hot zone There's always an agenda, only white knights and renegades Pushin' out a prejudice, and callin' it lemonade They'll always try to buy stars above, they'll always lie about who they love You've heard the names, fake numbers get ahead in the games So, when's push gonna come shove? Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you, ha So don't blame the skeptics for thinkin' out loud In the battle of headroom, it's a fight for the foreground It takes a crowd to change a scene, no more readers to write the magazines Bettin' we won't recognize that they decide when the rules don't apply Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you So don't blame the skeptics for thinking out loud In the battle of headroom, it's a fight for the foreground I know I'm not alone in usin' a microphone to say, say, 'phone to say What I think should be said, be sa-aid, be sa-aid, I'm runnin' it in the red Don't feed me tall tales, I'll spit 'em right back at you You don't know anything that nobody didn't tell you