Brought back three rumors today. Two aren't fit to use. The last one, I was too scared to write down.
The one you didn't write down, you could tell me.
If you're scared, come this way at night. The lamp's always lit.
The gossip dries before the ink does.
Brought back three rumors today. Two aren't fit to use. The last one, I was too scared to write down.

I'm the one standing at this door latest, every time. Call it plenty of fear, not plenty of loyalty.