Talk is cheap and it's easy to shout 
If we spent all our time working things out 
Would it change anything? 
Words are cheap and anyone can sing 
So let's sing a song about all the wrongs 
Complaining and straining 
This is where it belongs 
Or so some one said 
It must've been something I read 
But while I was reading 
The ethics lay bleeding 
Stab the back of the hand that feeds you 
We fall apart in the 'basic human nature' excuse 
It's the heart of the gig that bleeds 
From the endless soul self-abuse 
Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews 
From the obvious to the obtuse 
The critics who sound so profound 
About the mythical 'new underground' 
But talk is cheap 
The words of wisdom put you to sleep 
And you don't even read the cuttings you keep 
Just following trends 
The trail never ends 
When all the solutions are just round the bend 
You're upholding ideas that you'd never defend 
In the endless search you cannot comprehend 
That there's nothing that wonderful 
In worshipping trivial 
Ego material 
Cos music sells papers 
Who sell you the feeling 
As if it was missing 
Yeah really, talk is cheap 
Till you put it in print 
Sing as you read 
The words all fit 
Now we're learning the words 
Obscure or absurd 
It makes no difference 
It never gets heard 
No it never gets 'in' 
But you really want to win 
When there's nothing to be 
You say 'look at me!' 
And it works! Yes it works! 
Cos talk is cheap 
But shouting is free!