| 歌曲 | Shoot the Messenger |
| 歌手 | Catatonia |
| 专辑 | Equally Cursed & Blessed |
| 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 |
| 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 |