Kill The Messenger

Take these shoes so I can fly away;
They were fine when I was running
Hear my voice as it fades away
Now listen 'cause it's coming, coming

Through the reigns and legs and air
A messenger is coming

March is stormy and April's gay
May is warm and June is sunny
We've both got our bills to pay
But who will pay for all this money?

Through this hazy summer day
A messenger is coming

Give me his word that he's far away
And give my love to old remembrance
I'll sell my father's farm away-
What would I do with all that rock and clay?
I'll buy a boat that I'll sail to mercy
And a knife to kill the messenger

Through this hazy summer day
A messenger is coming

Hear my voice as it fades
Away