Текст песни Grounds For Divorce

I heard he dabbled in the witchcraft
I heard occult
Oh they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted
Or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous to say

I heard he pulled over
Cursed the town
Had the touch so nothing grew
I heard that too is true

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

I heard he spoke in tongues
No crazy
I heard he was a refugee
I heard he was a monster
A scary ghost
Oh you know there's no such thing

I heard he pulled over
Cursed the town
Had the touch so nothing grew
I heard that too is true

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

We're left with some stories inert
But this is the part that will hurt
That nobody learned
And now nothing grows here

Always a silent remarkable man
Then one day he'd had it and threw up his hands
He filled up his lungs and he pulled at his hair
And he curled up his lips and he bellowedBig Business - Grounds For Divorce - http://ru.motolyrics.com/big-business/grounds-for-divorce-lyrics.html
You'll never know
how sorry you'll be

I heard he dabbled in the witchcraft
I heard occult
Oh they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted
Or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous to say

I heard he pulled over
Cursed the town
Had the touch so nothing grew
I heard that too is true

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

Back to life back to life

We're left with some stories inert
But this is the part that will hurt
Nobody learned
And now nothing grows

Always a silent remarkable men
Then one day he'd had it and threw up his hands
He filled up his lungs and he pulled at his hair
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
You'll never know
how sorry you'll be

The looks on their faces you'd swear they were dead
It finally sunk into their bones when he said
Your seed will be bitter
The harvest will crumble
Your fields will lay fallow for years
And nothing will grow

People will speak of it once in a while
His legend would have it you'll hear it for miles
He'll curse up a blue streak and add to the air
A stink like a murder of bees
And nothing will grow