Low and Behold

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