Well, you wonder why I'm always talkin smack,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to bring a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I harp on.
I talk smack for the banned and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I talk smack for the banned poster who has long paid for his crime,
But is banned because he's a victim of the times.
I talk smack for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Grampy Bobby said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking down to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our favourite forums using fancy prose,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a man talkin smack.
I talk smack for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad post left them cold,
I talk smack in mornin' for the posters that could have been,
Each week we ban a hundred fine young men.
And, I talk smack for the thousands who have died,
Believin' that the Mod was on their side,
I talk smack for another hundred thousand who have cried,
Believin' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And minds need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me agree with Red Night.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that darvlay is gay,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'll be talkin Smack!
