C
In the church one day you will get hurt
C
In the school teacher's such a fool
F F
And if they would ever come round here
They would ever come
C
Blame it on my style
Take a pill
C
Don't tell me how to feel
G G7
Bad news and tunes
Ami
Sing it from the high
C G
Ooooooooh
F
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 trees
Don't take me for a cracked window pane
Bad news and tunes
Are shining from the high
Singing some sad song
Don't rehearse, this is the last verse
In the hearse, going 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 high
Singing some sad song
