歌词：Vindictives (The). The Many Moods Of The Vindictives. Upside Out.

The cowards corresponding with some men, the blabbermouth is singing songs again, they're blowing little smoke rings up my ass, I'll whistle do-re-mi and blow'em back. I never had a problem with'em pissing in the wind, or crawling out from underneath the bed I'm sleeping in, they're cooking accusations up to get their little kicks, they're gonna drive me berserk