John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
[Verse 1]
Feel free to leave your tap on my phone
When I hear that click I know I'm not alone
Continue to read through all of my mail
My private life, it's up for sale
And I, I can't tell you from me no more
I can't tell you from me no more
[Verse 2]
I have been up where the devil don't go
And I have been down to the depths of below, so low
And here is the book that I can't put aside
A story how I can't hide
And I, I can't tell up from down no more
I, I can't tell up from down no more
[Chorus]
No more, no more
No more, no more, no more
[Verse 3]
Hell is a hole full of confessional booths
Where Catholic taste sifts the lies from the truth
Your laundry aired before the healing begins
Why don't you show me some Siamese twins?
I, I can't tell us from them no more
I, I can't tell us from them no more
[Verse 4]
The magic has failed and the moment has gone
It won't reappear at the wave of a wand
Well, we walked a road that is paved with regret
And we ain't been nothing yet, nah
I can't tell you from me no more
I, I can't tell you from me no more
[Chorus]
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more, no more, yeah
No More was written by John Wesley Harding.
No More was produced by John Wesley Harding.