The Wrong Song lyrics

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