paroles de chanson Tales of Glory (live) - Motörhead

I can′t believe the tales you tell me
I ain't buying the stuff you sell me
Listen baby, I′m telling you what
You think I'm sold but maybe I'm not
You tell me tales of glory
But I know, whoa, babe, it′s the same old story
You think I′m gonna fall for you
You reckon that I'm going right through
But I ain′t no adolescent
I'm just gonna keep you guessing
You ain′t gonna stitch me up
You'll find that I′m real bad luck
I'm gonna leave you, babe
But think of the money you'll save
You tell me tales of glory
But I know, whoa babe, it′s the same old story
Leave me out, leave me out
Sick and tired without a doubt
Get me out, get me out
Let me out of here
Leave me out, leave me out
Sick and tired without a doubt
Get me out, get me out
Let me out of here
Endlessly, endlessly
Your mouth won′t set me free
Endlessly, endlessly
Rabbit in my ear