In the church one day you will get hurt
In the school teacher's such a fool
And if they would ever come round here

They would ever come
Blame it on my style
Take a pill

Don't tell me how to feel

Bad news and tunes

Sing it from the high
Singing some sad song


Uncle Sam, playing in the sand
Understand, hold my hand
Time is never gonna stop running

Never gonna stop
Take me to the top
Of the trees

Don't take me for a cracked window pane

Bad news and tunes

Are shining from the high
Singing some sad song


Don't rehearse, this is the last verse
In the hearse, going through your purse
And if they would ever laugh, not here

They would ever laugh
Blame it on my style, once again
Don't take me for a ride

In the rain

Bad news and tunes

Shining from the high
Singing some sad song