damnlyrics.com

Ugly Truth (The Kitchen Tapes)

Hide your background, hide your fame

Hide your given middle name

Swallow your pride, swallow your pills

In your house up in the hillsLeave your husband, leave your wife

Keep on runnin' your whole life

Sweep your dirt under the rug

Fix your hurt with a little love[Chorus]

From the cradle to the grave

You will always be a slave

To the quiet darkness of your memories

And that's the truth, my friend

The ugly truth, my friend

I've got proof, my friend

And that's the truthKeep your secrets to yourself

Keep your paperbacks up on the shelf

Burn your bridges, burn your friends

Blow 'em kisses and make amendsTake the high road or take the low

No one but you and God will ever know

And you might play rough and win or lose

Either way, love, you'll get the blues[Chorus]I've got proof, my friend

And that's the truth

Songwriters

WILLIAMS, LUCINDAPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Enjoy the lyrics !!!