Word Gets Around

standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands and i'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly you can hear them in the school yard in the scrap yard in the chip shop in the phone box in the pool hall at the shoe store every corne

stereophonics - traffic we all face the same way still it takes all day i take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best she paints her lip, greasy and thick another mirror stare, and she\'s going where? another office affair, to kill an unb