Hit The Fan by Nazareth
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
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