Tom Knapp

Tom Knapp

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Maybe It's The Money Talkin'

Written By: Thomas C. Knapp

Maybe It’s The Money Talkin’
-tom knapp-

Here I am,
I’m standing here
facing you.
You don’t appear.
Where’s the love you spoke of?
It’s all out
on the floor again,
the dirty laundry
and the kids.
Who’s got time to sort it out?
I could cry
or throw a fit,
but you wouldn’t
give a shit
unless I run you over.

Throwing dishes,
makin’ noise
while I’m drinkin’
with the boys,
the screams they echo
through the neighborhood
and bang against the boards
of every other home,
but everyone’s
afraid to open up their mouths
to stand out…
to stand out

Here I am,
I’m standing here
face to face
and with out fear,
or maybe it’s the whiskey talkin’.
It’s all out
on the floor again.
Let’s pick this up
and deal with it
before it runs us over.

Leave these issues
unresolved,
thinking everything’s
your fault.
The red’s so thick
you wouldn’t dream that you were
colorblind and wrong
and maybe you belong
and things aren’t that bad at all…
and maybe it’s the money talkin’

(Maybe it’s the money talking)
Don’t listen.
(No.)
Maybe it’s the money talkin’
(Maybe it’s the money talking)
No
(No)

Leave these issues unresolved.
Things, they aren’t that bad at all.
If you take a hit you keep on walkin’.

Maybe it’s the money talking
No.