Well, some people ain't no damn good.
You can trust `em, you can't love `em. No good deed goes unpunished.
And I don't mind being their whippin' boy.
I've had that pleasure for years and years
No, no, I never was a sinner. Tell me, what else can I do?
Second best is what you get `till you learn to bend the rules
And time respects no person and what you lift up must fall
There waitin' outside to claim my crumblin' walls.
Saw my picture in the paper, read the news around my face.
And now some people don't want to treat me the same.
When the walls come tumblin' down;
When the walls come crumblin', crumblin';
When the walls come tumblin', tumblin' down.
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