Don't Shoot the Messenger Songtext
von Sam Cohen

What I do is not quite up to me
Who I choose is not a choice
I believe there′s much above me
I don't cling to hear a voice
I receive the words anonymously
And your fingers do the rest
When I steal, standard holds me to
Your temple or your chest


Call your lady up
Let her know
You made your bed now
You′re laying low
You made your peace now
It's time to go

People die for lesser causes
When the violence of this place
Starts to spin on and on just like the ocean
It'll get you in the face

But you call your lady
Let her know
You′ve reached that last stage
Played the show
Don′t shoot the messenger
There's time to go