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 separation, it's an old, old score

La la la la la la la

It never rains, a nation of reptiles given to nothing