Pass It On 가사

I heard a terrible thing about you A secret handed down From one loose grip to another Your fate was passed around and around Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour Let me mould it, shape it, change it And pass it on, pass on the baton Till everyone's holding court She's got an ugly reputation Of a common prostitute The consequence of childish serenades That mark and distort as a surgeon's blade But cut from cloth entirely manmade Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour Let me mould it, shape it, change it And pass it on, pass on the baton Till everyone's holding court He's happy at the bar with his pint and quips They listen with piggy ears He's telling them how to identify The silent, the guilty, the ones to stone With rocks pulled out from flesh and bone Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour Let me mould it, shape it, change it And pass it on, pass on the baton Till everyone's holding court