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fell down to his knees to pray and he cried Lord Johnny please don't shoot
Before he got half way to sayin' amen well old John shot him out of his boots
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop." 
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
In this suburb of Babylon, they don't like to wait 
They kill the messenger 'cos the message was late 
Kill the child starving at the gate
In this suburb of Babylon, they don't like to wait 
They kill the messenger 'cos the message was late 
Kill the child starving at the gate
John

Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't want
of the town said to sheriff John Brown
Go and shoot those invalids right down 

I said Sheriff 
No don't you be cruel 
It could happen to you now 

What
was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed
was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

[Chorus]
Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it
before you get wrecked
	"John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec"  (Repeat 2x)

[Psycho Les]
Come on girl, don't give me that shit
Blast my
runs the show
When the stage is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either peter, jane, or john or joe
But joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either peter, jane, or john or joe
But joe can't shoot
you lot keep killing all your best talent
We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them
And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them
I don't
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

[Chorus]
Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it
You can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel

You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man,
I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak
you, I might shoot you, I just don't know. 

And there's one point
I really want to prove.
If you vote for John Lee Hooker you know you gonna groove.
Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get em down and they on under clothes, in them
chicks
We paying no attention to them sore thumbs
Plus it only makes them vexder when them whores come

Don't kill the messenger, they stressing doing
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't
don't cast a glow

Yes, I guess it's reflex some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter and tally, off I go
Canoeing up the river or out into the O
(Suicide. It's a suicide. Parappa!) 
Flash the message: something's out there. 

[John Forte' - Verse Two] 
I shoot the gift cop. 
Find John at the strip
Well I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee I never me John & Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son
I'll be alright
Susan you just swallowed the wrong slice!!

[Chorus: x2]

"Yo sue!"

[G] 
Get away from me, I don't know you
Oh shoot, she's
Shoot the messenger, measure his wingspan.
The organ grinders had the whole thing planned.
Take his tongue and remove his two eyeballs.
Savin' em up