Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes Lyrics - Singles - Fair To Midland

Too much patience, no resistance 

Within the shouting distance 

You can hear a blind man's bluff 

Dragging names through the mind 

And still biting his tongue 

The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers 

While the ravenous all eat their fill 

Tell me, tell me a story 

Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone 

So I'm 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 

Tell me, tell me a story 

Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone 

So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear 

So that I don't hear them throwing stone 

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 

Tell me, tell me a story 

Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone 

So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear 

So that I don't hear them throwing stone