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 high 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