Don't Shoot the Messenger - 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