Grounds For Divorce Lyrics - Big Business

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 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

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 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

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 bellowed 

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 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

That's a lie, that's a lie 

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