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Once upon a time, I had a little money. | Once upon a time, I had a little money. | ||
Government burglars took it long | |||
before I could mail it to you. | Government burglars took it long | ||
Still, you are the only one. | |||
Now I can't let it slip away. | before I could mail it to you. | ||
So if the man with the ticker tape, | |||
he tries to take it, | Still, you are the only one. | ||
well this is what I'm gonna say. | |||
Now I can't let it slip away. | |||
Blame it on Cain. | |||
Don't blame it on me. | So if the man with the ticker tape, | ||
Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault, | |||
but we need somebody to burn. | he tries to take it, | ||
Well if I was a saint with | well this is what I'm gonna say. | ||
a silver cup | |||
and the money got low | |||
we could always heat it up | |||
or trade it in. | Blame it on Cain. | ||
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse. | |||
And then you can run down the wave band, | Don't blame it on me. | ||
coast to coast, hand in hand. | |||
Bad to worse, curse for curse, | Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault, | ||
don't be dissatisfied. | |||
So you're not satisfied. | but we need somebody to burn. | ||
chorus | |||
I think I've lived a little too long | Well if I was a saint with | ||
on the outskirts of town | |||
I think I'm going insane | a silver cup | ||
from talking to myself for so long. | |||
Oh but I've never been accused. | and the money got low | ||
When they step on your face, | |||
you wear that good look grin. | we could always heat it up | ||
I gotta break out one weekend | |||
if I do somebody in. | or trade it in. | ||
But every single time | |||
I feel a little stronger, | But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse. | ||
they tell me it's a crime. | |||
Well how much longer? | And then you can run down the wave band, | ||
chorus | coast to coast, hand in hand. | ||
Bad to worse, curse for curse, | |||
don't be dissatisfied. | |||
So you're not satisfied. | |||
chorus | |||
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? | |||
chorus |
Revision as of 06:37, 2 April 2006
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.
chorus
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?
chorus