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 cant let it slip away.
So if the man with the ticker tape,
He tries to take it,
Well this is what Im gonna say.
Blame it on cain.
Dont blame it on me.
Oh, oh, its nobodys 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 to heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band,
Coast to coast, hand in hand.
Better or worse, curse for curse,
Dont be dissatisfied.
So youre not satisfied.
I think Ive lived a little too long
On the outskirts of town
I think Im going insane
From talking to myself for so long.
Oh but Ive 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 its a crime.
Well how much longer?