Template: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.

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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?

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