Same Old Conversation

I don't wanna talk about whether it will rain tomorrow
 And I know that you don't have the money I would like to borrow
 Nice to know that bastard's dead, but I don't care to talk about it
 And I care still less about how bad some reporter got hit
 Everything can go to hell
 At least until we sort this out
 You and me, babe
 That's what I wanna talk about
 You and me, babe
 That's what I wanna talk about
 Communists and anarchists and nihilists, who gives a shit?
 A man constructs a school of thought, another man dismantles it
 Let's not start about the dope, I'm tired of that stale debate
 And Saturday's still so far away, our weekend plans can wait
 Everything can go to hell
 At least until we sort this out
 You and me, babe
 That's what I wanna talk about
 You and me, babe
 That's what I wanna talk about
 You and me, baby
 That's what I wanna talk about
 You and me, baby
 That's what I wanna talk about
 That's what I wanna talk about