| Song | Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes |
| Artist | Fair to Midland |
| Album | Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| To much patience | |
| No resistance | |
| Within shouting distance you can hear a blind mans bluff | |
| Dragging names through the mud instead of biting his tongue | |
| The devils in the air and | |
| I'm spitting out prayers | |
| While the rubber necks all get 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 him throwing stones | |
| To much hog wash not enough hear say always made the front page | |
| He 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 cause the dead air is what made 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 him throwing stones | |
| These walls don’t talk | |
| Even when somebody knocks | |
| These walls don’t stand | |
| For anyone else but themselves | |
| These walls wont 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 him throwing stones | |
| HEY! HEY! | |
| HEY! |
| To much patience | |
| No resistance | |
| Within shouting distance you can hear a blind mans bluff | |
| Dragging names through the mud instead of biting his tongue | |
| The devils in the air and | |
| I' m spitting out prayers | |
| While the rubber necks all get 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 him throwing stones | |
| To much hog wash not enough hear say always made the front page | |
| He 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 cause the dead air is what made 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 him throwing stones | |
| These walls don' t talk | |
| Even when somebody knocks | |
| These walls don' t stand | |
| For anyone else but themselves | |
| These walls wont 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 him throwing stones | |
| HEY! HEY! | |
| HEY! |
| To much patience | |
| No resistance | |
| Within shouting distance you can hear a blind mans bluff | |
| Dragging names through the mud instead of biting his tongue | |
| The devils in the air and | |
| I' m spitting out prayers | |
| While the rubber necks all get 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 him throwing stones | |
| To much hog wash not enough hear say always made the front page | |
| He 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 cause the dead air is what made 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 him throwing stones | |
| These walls don' t talk | |
| Even when somebody knocks | |
| These walls don' t stand | |
| For anyone else but themselves | |
| These walls wont 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 him throwing stones | |
| HEY! HEY! | |
| HEY! |