
Date of issue: 24.06.2010
Record label: Global
Song language: English
The Wrong Song |
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. |
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The Parliament Of Fools | 2010 |
Anotherdrinkingsong | 2010 |
Spinning Jenny | 2010 |
A Survival Campaign | 2010 |
Penny Dreadful | 2010 |
Land Of The Rising Slum | 2010 |
Eirenarch | 2010 |
The Widdershins Jig | 2010 |
Inequality Street | 2010 |
Thinking Allowed | 2016 |
Single Phial | 2010 |
When All Else Fails | 2016 |
Cry of the Land | 2017 |
Men of Straw | 2016 |
Still Spinning Shrapnel | 2016 |
Salt On the Earth (Another Man's Poison) | 2016 |
Skyclad | 2016 |
Tunnel Visionaries | 2016 |
The Wickedest Man In the World | 2016 |
A Near Life Experience | 2017 |