Fair to Midland - Tall tales taste like sour grapes • correction
english
Too much patience, no resistance,
within in shouting distance, you can hear a blind man's bluff.
dragging names through the mud,
and still bitting his tongue
the devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers while the ravenous all eat their fill
refrain:
tell me, tell me a story
tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
so turning, turning a deaf ear, so that I don't hear, them throwing stone
too much hog wart, not enough hearsay
always made the front page, you could use a fine tooth comb
to get a word from the wise, would be a welcome surprise
keep an ear to the ground, so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole
refrain
these walls don't talk, even when somebody knocks
these walls don't stand, for anyone else but themselves
these walls don't fall, even when gravity's failing us all
refrain