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