In the church one day you'll 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 highest hill

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 tree

Don't take me for a cracked window pane

Bad news and tunes

Shout it from the highest hill

Singing some sad song

Don't rehearse, this is the last verse

In the hearse coming 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 highest hill

Singing some sad song