Shoot The Messenger Lyrics

Shoot The Messenger lyrics

Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie

 Going places

 You'd never go with me

 

 I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

 Oh I'd have bitten you in two

 If you would let me

 

 I look deadly as a nun

 Martyrdom does not become me

 I'll find love in vanity

 

 Somebody told me you'd found places to go

 And new people to know

 And new ladies and so

 

 I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

 I'd have bitten her too

 If you would let me

 

 If I don't laugh what do I do?

 If I don't laugh and see this through

 I shouldn't even think of you

 

 Allow me one extravagance 

 Before they come and ban me

 And let me shoot the messenger

 

 So help me God you talk so much

 This knowledge ain't 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

 I'll scream along to anything

 Just let me shoot the messenger

 

 So help me god you talk so much

 This tart, this whore, my weakness

 I'm gonna shoot the messenger

 

 Oh let me shoot the messenger

 I'm gonna shoot the messenger