Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grounds for Divorce , by - Big Business. Song from the album Here Come the Waterworks, in the genre Release date: 22.08.2011
Record label: Gold Metal
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grounds for Divorce , by - Big Business. Song from the album Here Come the Waterworks, in the genre Grounds for Divorce |
| I heard he dabbled into |
| Witchcraft, I heard occult |
| Oh, they’re pretty much the same |
| I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves |
| That’s ridiculous to say |
| I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
| Had the touch, so nothing grew |
| I heard that too, it’s true |
| That’s a lie |
| I heard he spoke in tongues, gone crazy |
| I heard he was a refugee |
| I heard he was a monster, a scary ghost |
| Oh you know there’s no such thing |
| I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
| Had the touch, so nothing grew |
| I heard that too, it’s true |
| That’s a lie |
| We’re left with some stories inert |
| But this is the part that will hurt |
| And nobody learned |
| And now nothing grows here |
| Always a shy, unremarkable man |
| Then one day he’d had it, and threw up his hands |
| He filled up his lungs, and he pulled at his hair |
| And he curled up his lips and he bellowed |
| «You'll never know how sorry you’ll be» |
| I heard he dabbled into |
| Witchcraft, I heard occult |
| Oh, they’re pretty much the same |
| I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves |
| That’s ridiculous to say |
| I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
| Had the touch, so nothing grew |
| I heard that too, it’s true |
| That’s a lie |
| We’re left with some stories inert |
| But this is the part that will hurt |
| And nobody learned |
| And now nothing grows |
| Always a shy, unremarkable man |
| Then one day he’d had it, and threw up his hands |
| He filled up his lungs and he pulled in his hair |
| And he curled up his lips and he bellowed |
| «You'll never know how sorry you’ll be» |
| The looks on their faces |
| You’d swear they were dead |
| It finally sunk in to their bones what he said |
| Thes seeds will be bitter, the harvest will crumble |
| Your fields will lay fallow for years |
| And nothing will grow |
| People will speak of him once in a while |
| As legend would have it you’ll hear it for miles |
| He’ll curse up a blue streak add lead to the air |
| And stink like all matter of things |
| And nothing will grow |
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