Lyrics Shoot the Messenger - Catatonia

Shoot the Messenger

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