Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grounds for Divorce, artist - Big Business. Album song Here Come the Waterworks, in the genre
Date of issue: 22.08.2011
Record label: Gold Metal
Song language: English
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 |