| Lyrics: | Once upon a time, I had a little money.
Government burglars took it long
Before I could
mail it to you.
But, you are the only one.
Na, I can't let it slip away.
So if the
man with the ticker tape,
Tries to take it,
This is what I'm gonna
say.
Chorus:
Blame it on Cain.
Don't blame it on me.
It's nobody's
fault,
But we need somebody to burn.
Blame it on Cain.
Please don't blame it on
me.
It's nobody's fault,
But it just seems to be his turn
Well, if I was a
saint with a silver cup
And the money got low we could always heat it up
Or trade it
in.
But then the radio to heaven will be wired to your purse.
Then you can run down the
wave band,
Coast-to-coast, hand-in-hand.
Bad-to-worse, curse-for-curse,
Don't be
dissatisfied.
So you're not satisfied.
Well,
-chorus-
I think I've
lived a little too long on the outskirts of town
I think I'm goin' insane from talkin' to
myself for so long.
Oh but I've never been accused.
But when they step on your face, then
wear that good look grin.
I gotta break out one weekend before I do somebody in.
But every
single time
I feel a little stronger,
A voice says it's a crime.
But how much
longer?
-chorus |
