The Real Low Down

You've got a dirty mouth
I bet you're goin' south
The Devil found a slave to do his dirty deeds
You sit up there on your throne
And bite your fingers to the bone
'Cause you know somebody's gotta bleed

You tried to tangle me in your net
And, sorry son, I can't forget
What's done is done, so turn your finger 'round
Well, you're good at dishin' out the blame
But I refuse to be unduly slain
So take a look at yourself and get the real low down

The real low down (the real low down)
The real low down (the real low down)

I've got no more time for you
Your deception, I've outgrew
But I'm sure there's still some unsuspecting ears
Well, it's a good thing that you get around
'Cause you're just too big for this small town
And knowin' you, you'd bring em all to tears

The real low down (the real low down)
The real low down (the real low down)

So, cast your conscience to the wind
And kiss goodbye another friend
Like pocket change you just gave away
Well, you thought that you were truly rare
But there's a lotta folks like you out there
And I'll be damned if I didn't meet another one today

The real low down (the real low down)
The real low down (the real low down)

The real low down (the real low down)
The real low down (the real low down)

(The real low down) the real low down
(The real low down) the real low down, down, down, down