The Negotiator Songtext
von Butch Walker

She walks on the set, she hasn′t done this yet
Still smell the cheap grease on her fingers
Sometimes the names change but the plot's the same
She′s alone in the crack of her mirror

Whoa-oh, hush little baby, don't say a word
It's not like you′re in to kill a mockingbird
A stiff upper lip or whatever they say
First notch in the armor then you′ll be on your way, hey
These are the words of the negotiator

Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da


My 17th year of sobriety
And my 16th year on the set
I left suburban Minnesota for a place on Canoga
And dead stock VHS

Whoa-oh, hush little baby, don't say a word
It ain′t like you're in to kill a mockingbird
A stiff upper lip or whatever they say
First notch in the armor then you′ll be on your way, hey
These are the words of the negotiator

Da-da-da-da-da-da (woo!)
Da-da-da-da-da-da

Whoa-oh, hush little baby, don't say a word
It′s not like you're in to kill a mockingbird
A stiff upper lip or whatever they say

Whoa-oh, hush little baby, don't say a word
It′s not like you′re in to kill a mockingbird
Just take it on the chin or whatever they say
Collect a thousand dollars and be on your way


These are the words of the negotiator