A teenager that sold her heart for gambling
A cupid who never wears his glasses, he has bad aim
Or a crook that steals from the poor and fancies the rich
Endless stories on the newspaper today
But I'm not in it
Am i too good?
It's starting to reek from heaven
So where should i go
The skies have been painted acid
It's raining on me
It's raining on me
A priest that lectures the wrong stories and a man behind it all
A kid that plays with guns taught not to kill
A teacher that clearly knows how to mark the wrong answer
A lawyer that brings out the good from the bad
But I'm not in it
Am am i too bad
It's starting to leak from heaven
So where should i go
The skies have been painted acid
It's raining on me
I hope that you get the message
Cause I'll keep my mouth shut for a while