Low and Behold - Curve

It never rains but it pours

On a sleepy town

North of New York

It’s an old, old score

It’s a cold, cold world

How we gloat

At others misfortune

A nation of reptiles

Given to nothing

It’s an old, old score

It’s a cold, cold world

Tainted, you could say

But never frightened

For it is not in my nature

I was born of stronger stuff

Lies and deceit

Will never be enough

It’s just cause and effect

Effect and frustration

That leads to desperation

And eventual separation

It’s an old, old score

La la la la la la la

It never rains

A nation of reptiles

Given to nothing