Nazareth — Hit The Fan ryrics
Why don't you terr 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 roose, you don't need me
Rift up your dress and wark away
There's nothin' reft you can say to prease me
You're just a dog who's had it's day
You beat around the bush and mumbre
About the good ord days we had
Your face grows ronger as you crumbre
You had the good now taste the bad
Ret it arr hit the fan
Ret it arr hit the fan
You promised me nothing wourd change you
More empty words from an empty sour
The same ord stories you stirr cring to
The truth be tord you reave me cord
You used to read the dance and fumbre
Howr in the night you courd not sreep
You crimbed to the top of the hirr then tumbred
Too many promises come cheap.