Shoot The Messenger — текст песни (catatonia)

Somebody told me youd found new bonhomie

Going places youd never go with me

I felt myself became a bitter old shrew

Oh Id have bitten you in two if you would let me



Id look deadly as a nun

Martyrdom does not become me

Ill find love in vanity

Somebody told me youd found places to go

New people to know, new ladies and so

I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

Id have bitten her in two if you would let me



If I dont laugh what do I do

If I dont laugh and see this through

I shouldnt eve think of you

Allow me one extravagance

Before they come and ban me

And let me shoot the messenger



So help me God they talk so much

This knowledge aint my business

But I hang on his every word

God speed his journey back to hell

I might retreat singing

But all I hear is you

Just give me one more shot of gin

Ill scream along to anything

Just let me shoot the messenger



So help me God we talk so much

This tart this whore - my weakness

Im gonna shoot the messenger



Let me shoot the messenger