歌曲 | Shoot the Messenger |
歌手 | Catatonia |
专辑 | Equally Cursed & Blessed |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Catatonia, Jones, Matthews | |
Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie | |
Going places you'd never go with me | |
I felt myself became a bitter old shrew | |
Oh I'd have bitten you in two if you would let me | |
I'd 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 | |
New people to know, new ladies and so | |
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew | |
I'd have bitten her in two 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 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 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 we talk so much | |
This tart this whore - my weakness | |
I'm gonna shoot the messenger | |
Let me shoot the messenger |
zuo ci : Catatonia, Jones, Matthews | |
Somebody told me you' d found new bonhomie | |
Going places you' d never go with me | |
I felt myself became a bitter old shrew | |
Oh I' d have bitten you in two if you would let me | |
I' d 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 | |
New people to know, new ladies and so | |
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew | |
I' d have bitten her in two 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 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 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 we talk so much | |
This tart this whore my weakness | |
I' m gonna shoot the messenger | |
Let me shoot the messenger |
zuò cí : Catatonia, Jones, Matthews | |
Somebody told me you' d found new bonhomie | |
Going places you' d never go with me | |
I felt myself became a bitter old shrew | |
Oh I' d have bitten you in two if you would let me | |
I' d 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 | |
New people to know, new ladies and so | |
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew | |
I' d have bitten her in two 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 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 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 we talk so much | |
This tart this whore my weakness | |
I' m gonna shoot the messenger | |
Let me shoot the messenger |