Curve

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 seperation 
It's an old, old score 

La La La La La La La

It never rains 
A nation of reptiles 
Given to nothing