In the church one day you will 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