Nazareth - Hit The Fan - Live

Why don't you tell me that it's over? Why do you keep me hangin' on? Pack up your bags and rock a cover See what you mean, see it done Why don't you cut me loose? You don't need me Lift up your dress and walk away There's nothing left you can say to please me You're just a dog who's had his day You beat around the bush and mumble About the good old days we had Your face grows longer as you fumble The "happy" did not taste that bad It all hit the fan It all hit the fan It all hit the fan You promised me nothing could change More empty words from an empty song The same old story as you still cling to The truth be told, you leave me cold You used to lead the dance and fumble Out in the night, you could not sleep You climb to the top of the hill, then tumble Too many promises come cheap It all hit the fan It all hit the fan It all hit the fan It all hit the fan It all hit the fan It all hit the fan