Original song (c) Brian Hardman 2010..............
I heard a sob story
But i wasnt impressed
It was carefully crafted
And tied up with strings
The way it was practiced
And how it was dressed
I thought as i listened
I heard violins
I swear that they sounded
Like rattling bones
I opened the cupboard
And found it was bare
Some things are better
When left well alone
If it isnt a secret
Why hide it somewhere

Is there anyone in there
Please make yourself known
If you cant show your face
Then at least have your say
Its hard back down
Once the glove has been thrown
If you cant go the distance
Then meet me halfway

The sign in the window
Says nobodys home
My skins not as thick
As the paint on the door
i learned all i know
At the school of hard knocks
And ive broken the skin
On my knuckles before
I swear that it sounded
Like someone inside
I looked in the window
Theres nothing to see
A face in the glass said
I dont suffer fools
I didnt look back
Cause it coulda been me