Nazareth

Why dont you tell me that its 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 dont you cut me loose, you dont need me
Lift up your dress and walk away
Theres nothin left you can say to please me
Youre just a dog whos had its 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