[Intro]
A-one, a-two, guitars just me and you

[Verse 1]
The messenger came with bad news from the front
Said, "The soldiers are starving, their swords are all blunt
They need a show of support or some futile sign
That's what they told me to tell you
Yeah, not even the words were mine"

[Verse 2]
The messenger came with bad news from the war
He said, "The fine young men forgot what they were fighting for
They don't wanna bе stars on your TV screen
That's the general feeling, plеase don't blame it on me"

[Chorus]
And the family said, "One and one is two
There's nothing left for us to do
Since we can blame it all on you
We will kill the messenger"
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger
We'll kill the messenger

[Verse 3]
The messenger came with bad news from your town
Said, "The phone-lines are on strike, the doormen are all down
They've turned your den of thieves into a temple (Bummer)
They need someone of stature who can set them an example"
[Chorus]
And the people said, "Two and two is four
Don't tell us any more
We all know the score
We will kill the messenger"
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger

[Verse 4]
Someone brought the news to the messenger's folks
Said, "Your son's been killed two times"
They said, "Is that a joke?"
He said, "No
He was the victim of ignorant minds
Well, I hate to bring such bad news
Well, please don't think me unkind"

[Chorus]
And the family said, "One and one is two
There's nothing left for us to do
Since we're here we can blame it on you
We will kill the messenger"
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger
We will kill the messenger (Yeah, yeah)
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger
We'll kill the messenger
[Outro]
We'll kill the messenger
So if you want to send a message, text me
'Cause it's a heat wave

That's how musicians applaud each other. 

Every election, for years, there's ever been, whoever I've voted for, and possibly you too know because there was a Clinton era here, everyone I've voted for has last. It's happened to me for years and years and years in my life when I was voting, of voting age in England. Since I've moved here I don't use your American system. And um, this song was written after one of those many Thatcherite failures. Sorry, I sound a bit like Billy Bragg for a second there. My mistake. (Nah, it's okay!)