The Bearer Of Bad News Lyrics - The Roches

I stand off to one side 

counting the casualties 

As you will see in the morning the newspapers lied 

Difficult to say the truth in times like these. 

You are over there at the center 

The look on your face at the point of collision 

Once you've left you can never re-enter 

With your heart your soul and your vision. 

The light that's shining in 

Comes through a tear in the fabric 

That used to be your skin 

You need some heavyweight abracadabra 

But it's too late for who's whose 

Too soon for the long term blues 

Lord let me stand in another man's shoes 

Somebody who's not bringing this news. 

Yesterday brought a market correction 

We all sat around the house and pitched a bitch 

You called your man in the Caribbean the Jamaican connection 

It was a minor cut but we had to have it stitched 

And our little devil was naughty 

Again and again he swore hard 

We got over the fact we're forty 

All those little toys strewn around the backyard