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