Don't Shoot the Messenger

[Guitar Instrumental] [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Guitar Instrumental] [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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