Tales Of Glory - Motörhead

I can’t believe the tales you tell me I ain’t buyin’the stuff you sell me Hey baby, I’m tellin’ya what

You think I’m sold, baby 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 goin’right thru

But I ain’t no adolescent

I’m just gonna keep your 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

Get me out of here

Endlessly, endlessly

You mouth won’t set me free

Endlessly, endlessly

Rabbit in my ear