Paroles de 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