Tuneage

Put my foot in my mouth and cut him down
I threw the last lines too wild
After years being unsteady, well I thought that it was time
I threw down my hand and showed all of our cards

And I'm tired of this dance with the media
They figured I'm painted too much like a clown
And I tried not to look as I talked with my prompter
And I knew then I had said what shouldn't be heard
I knew then I had said what shouldn't been heard

And I feel like the words in the mouth of Robert Gibbs
I'm the lowest paid employee here
You know I only say what I'm told
I'm so ashamed I can't patch it up
They know I can't talk straight no more
They make me feel like a words honey in the mouth of Robert Gibbs

Pouting child when his toy's been stepped on
That's how Obama is to me
I burst the bubble that he tries to live in
And I'm damned if I'll ever get a job in real media

And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
The press doesn't listen no more
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
Speaking up's makes them like breaking your jaw
Speaking up's makes them like breaking your jaw

And I feel like the words in the mouth of Robert Gibbs
I'm the lowest paid employee is
They know I only say what I'm told
I'm so ashamed I can't patch it up
They know I can't talk straight no more
They make me feel like a words honey in the mouth of Robert Gibbs