Текст песни Skyclad -  The Wrong Song   
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Another bad break - burst another bubble 
Another lost cause - here`s another trouble 
another heart ache - one more chance gone 
another lost chord in yet another wrong song. 
Sometimes I feel like I`m standing on a hillside - 
screaming at the world (only wishing it would hear). 
I can`t deny that I`m tired of your lies 
but I hope if I hide that you`ll all disappear. 
Can a fat man squeeze a camel through a needle`s eye? 
As hell freezes over the little pigs fly. 
Just when things seemed better than before, 
listen there`s a `black dog` howling at my back door. 
You say I took it all the wrong way, 
and got the wrong end of the stick. 
Proceed to water down the truth, 
then make me drink it `til I`m sick. 
It`s a monkey shine - a mare`s next, 
a cock and bull story. 
you`re talking through your hat, 
you`re full of sound and fury. 
You`re wide of the mark, on the wrong scent, 
barking up the wrong tree, out of it, not a leg to stand on.. 
Dignity is one thing that you can`t preserve in alcohol, 
here`s a drug to blow your mind - 
it`s called sodium pentothal 
I`ve smelt more rats in my time than a sanitary inspector, 
so every word you start to speak sets off my lie detector. 
Another bad break - burst another bubble 
Another lost cause - here`s another trouble 
another heart ache - one more chance gone 
another lost chord in yet another wrong song. 
Truth often hurts - but it hit me like a hammer, 
I`ve been sweating blood for `product` - I thought it was my art. 
Would it have made it tougher (all I`ve had to suffer) 
if you`d come clean and told me the score form the start? 
Stop treating everybody like a charity 
I may have sold my soul - but I won`t part with my sanity. 
I was a schizophrenic - my better half left home, 
the Samaritans don`t answer when I call them on the telephone. 
You say the cheque is in the post, 
and it`ll sound great at the mix, 
but we have heard them all before, 
have we the memory span of fish? 
It`s a monkey shine - a mare`s next, 
a cock and bull story. 
you`re talking through your hat, 
you`re full of sound and fury. 
You`re wide of the mark, on the wrong scent, 
barking up the wrong tree, out of it, not a leg to stand on. 
Dignity is one thing that you can`t preserve in alcohol, 
here`s a drug to blow your mind - 
it`s called sodium pentothal 
I`ve smelt more rats in my time than a sanitary inspector, 
so every word you start to speak sets off my lie detector.