Nazareth Hit The Fan
Why don't you tell me that it's 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 don't you cut me loose, you don't need me
Lift up your dress and walk away
There's nothin' left you can say to please me
You're just a dog who's had it's 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
Copyright 1986 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd., dunfermline
