blame it on cain

once upon a time

i had a little money. government burglars took it long

before i could mail it to you. still

you are the only one. now i can't let it slip away. so if the man with the ticker tape

he tries to take it

well 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 that heaven will be wired to your purse. and 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. 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. when they step on your face

you wear that good look grin. i gotta break out one weekend

if i do somebody in. but every single time

i feel a little stronger

they tell me it's a crime. well how much longer?