Roches the bearer of bad news lyrics

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