Fair To Midland - Tall tales taste like sour grapes

^EmToo much patience, no resistance, Within ^Ashouting distance, You can ^Ghear a ^Ablind man's ^Embluff, Dragging ^Esusnames through the mud and still bi^Gting his tongue, The ^Adevil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers, While the ^Gravenous all eat their ^Afill,

^CTell me, tell me a ^Dstory, Tell me not to ^Aworry, or pick up the ^Gphon^Ae, ^CSo turning, turning a deaf^D ear, So that I don't^A hear them throwing ^Gstone^A,

^EmToo much hog wart, not enough hearsay, Always ^Amade the front page, You could ^Guse a ^Afine tooth ^Emcomb, to get a ^Esusword from the wise, Would be a ^Gwelcome surprise, Keep an ^Aear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the f^Gailures that make me ^Awhole,

^CTell me, tell me a ^Dstory, Tell me not to ^Aworry, or pick up the ^Gphon^Ae, ^CSo turning, turning a deaf^D ear, So that I don't^A hear them throwing ^Gstone^A,

^EmThese w^Dalls don't t^Calk, ^DEven when somebody ^Emknocks, ^EmThese w^Dalls don't s^Ctand, ^DFor anyone else but ^Emthemselves, ^EmThese w^Dalls don't f^Call, ^DEven when gravity's f^Gailing^A us ^Call,^D

^CTell me, tell me a ^Dstory, Tell me not to ^Aworry, or pick up the ^Gphon^Ae, ^CSo turning, turning a deaf^D ear, So that I don't^A hear them throwing ^Gstone^A,