misfortune got you like a sickness the saints and angels all agree trouble sure as trouble sees it i need it in writing to believe to believe the target was your heart in the beginning now there digging soft ground for your grave i hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers they ll drink to your death with pink champagne pink champagne now i hear your widow crying her weeping i made into this song it s popular with the disco dancers they ll play it on the radio all week long all week long misfortune got you like a sickness and the saints the angels all agree trouble sure as trouble sees it i need it in writing to believe to believe