Like a silent explosion ripping into the heart

And the hurt and the anguish do tear you apart

With a swiftness of hand

That I cannot condone

And discardance of life
That is not of your own

Then a small piece of hear
Say becomes a big deal

Oh But that is not the issue

The issue is real

When a turn of the page
Can turn love into hate

Don't forget that's the power of the fourth estate
I'm saying
Woe is me  the press gang came

And forced my love away

Just when we named next morning fair

To be our wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

A tall string of words

Keep me tied to the chair

Where before I was blistfully unaware

And my skin becomes thicker
So I never get hurt
But I'm a man without feeling
And I wish that I weren't

Woe is me  the press gang came

And forced my love away

Just when we named next morning fair

To be our wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Though you're long dead
And gone there is still no escape

So Just forget it

Just forget it
You'll never cut all that tape

And once you're a victim

Love can turn to hate

Don't forget that's the power of the fourth estate
Everybody saying
Woe is me  the press gang came

And forced my love away

Just when we named next morning fair

To be our wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Woe is me  the press gang came

And forced my love away

Just when we named next morning fair

To be our wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day

Wedding day