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.



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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,

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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