There's an old boys club everywhere you look
From the Pentagon to your hippie neighbors
Keeping secrets, doing favors
So maybe in the end, it's easier to pretend than
Risk pissing off all your friends
Hear their disapproving whispers
Whistleblower, think it over
'Cause they'll never understand
From the outside no one can
Nobody wants a conflict, no one likes a tattletale
So keep your mouth shut,
Keep it to yourself
When you're all grown up I think you'll find
That it's just as hard to stand up tall
As it was when you were small
And though you did what's right
You'll be the one to pay the price
Chances are you won't be liked
No they'll never forgive you
Whistleblower, it's on your shoulders
Things will never be the same
And you're the only one to blame
Nobody wanted a conflict, no one likes a tattletale
They'll never believe you
The truth is hard to sell
Well everybody loves a whistleblower
Until they're standing at your own front door
They look like heroes on the movie screens
And front pages of the magazines
But close to home and you draw the line
When did honesty become a crime?
Keep it quiet keep it clean,
No there's no need to make a scene
Whistleblower, you weary soldier
No they'll never understand
Those on the inside rarely can
If nobody wanted a conflict, if no one likes a tattletale
Then they should have followed the rules
They've got no one to blame but themselves
'Cause when you break the rules
Somebody's supposed to tell
Delicate, plangent indie rock from this Toronto singer-songwriter, who here explores the many aspects of depression. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2018