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