Текст песни Skyclad - The Wrong Song
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Another bad break - burst another bubbleAnother lost cause - here`s another troubleanother heart ache - one more chance goneanother 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 liesbut 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 pentothalI`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 bubbleAnother lost cause - here`s another troubleanother heart ache - one more chance goneanother 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 charityI 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 pentothalI`ve smelt more rats in my time than a sanitary inspector,so every word you start to speak sets off my lie detector.