Shoot the Messenger - 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