Song Description
A Country Rock/Americana song in the vein of Neil Young or Wilco with prominent electric guitars. Lyrics are from the point of view of a person who is continually being put-down with clever rhetoric. Feelings of anger, frustration and loss for words. While ostensibly negative and beaten, the protagonist subtly displays strength in his or her recognition of the weakness of the other person's arguments.
| Song Length |
3:10 |
Genre |
Rock - Americana, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Tense, Fuming |
Subject |
Anger, Dysfunctional Relations |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Wilco |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
You've got a way with words
You always put me down with so much style
A way with words
I can't compete with you or Oscar Wilde, oh no
You've got a way with words
Samuel Johnson's got nothing on you
A way with words
A lie from you can come out ringing true, oh no, oh no
I can never win, I can never win
Cause if you miss me with your bullet
You hit me with your gun
You got away with it
You started it and kept it going on
A way with words
Someone has to lose when you have won, oh no
You've got a way with words
Too much talk and not enough thought
The last word goes to you, oh no, oh no
I can never win, I can never win
Cause if you miss me with your bullet
You hit me with your gun