tracyramone

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.
Now 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.

Blame it on Cain.
Don't blame it on me.
Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault,
but we need somebody to burn

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
Better or worse, curse for curse,
don't be dissatisfied
So you're not satisfied

I think I've lived a little too long
on the outskirts of town
I think I'm going insane
from talking to myself for so long
Oh but I've never been accused
But when they step up on your face,
They wear that good look grin
I gotta break out one weekend
Try to do somebody in
But every single time
I feel a little stronger,
They tell me it's a crime
Well how much longer?

Blame it on Cain
Please don't blame it on me
It's nobodies fault
But it just seems to be his turn