Hit The Fan — текст песни (nazareth)

Why dont you tell me that its over

Why do you keep this hangin on

Pack up your bags and run for cover

Say what you mean and see it done



Why dont you cut me loose, you dont need me

Lift up your dress and walk away

Theres nothin left you can say to please me

Youre just a dog whos had its day



You beat around the bush and mumble

About the good old days we had

Your face grows longer as you crumble

You had the good now taste the bad



Let it all hit the fan

Let it all hit the fan



You promised me nothing would change you

More empty words from an empty soul

The same old stories you still cling to

The truth be told you leave me cold



You used to lead the dance and fumble

Howl in the night you could not sleep

You climbed to the top of the hill then tumbled

Too many promises come cheap.





(manny charlton)

Publishing copyright: elgin music

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