Vārdi: Elms (The). Truth, Soul, Rock & Roll. You Got No Room To Talk!.

You got no room to talk, baby!
Well, you beat me down.
You treat me wrong.
You turn my tears to a sing-along!
No room to talk, baby!

We've been down these streets, baby!
I got shoes to fill.
I get that sound.
And I bounce right back for another round.
We've been down these streets, baby!

Runnin' got me nothin'... I know truth is strong.
Somebody put their money in a simple song.
Then pass it over... pass it over now!