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My Big Mouth

Everybody knows...but no-one's saying nothing

And it's a sound so very loud...that no-one can hear

I got something in my shoe...it's keeping me from walking

Down the long and winding road...back home to you

(bridge)

And round this town you've ceased to be

That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy

Where angels fly you won't play

So guess who's gonna take the blame for...

Chorus


My big mouth, my big name

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Into my big mouth, you could fly a plane

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

I ain't never spoke to God

And I ain't never been to heaven

But you assumed I knew the way

Even though the map was given

And as you look into the eyes

Of a bloody cold assassin

Only then you'll realise

With who's life you have been messing

(bridge)

And round this town you've ceased to be

That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy

Where angels fly you won't play

So guess who's gonna take the blame for...

Chorus


My big mouth, my big name

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Into my big mouth, you could fly a plane

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

And round this town you've ceased to be

That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy

Where angels fly you won't play

So guess who's gonna take the blame for...

Chorus


My big mouth, my big name

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Into my big mouth, you could fly a plane

Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

Slowly down the hall of fame?

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