It's raining, of course I'm not complaining, it could be worse I read the paper about the shape the world is in And my small catastrophes don't beg comparison You're angry up there I'm sorry I swear I've got some photographs, taken in Berlin A testament to just how distant I have been Well, baby you can drive out to the coast And say a prayer to exorcise my ghost Or take a hundred scented baths a day But your never gonna wash my love away Crime and punishment The letters you sent These Russian authors always leave be bored and cold Your simple phrasing sure does scar me to my soul Well, baby you can saddle up and ride With a pizza boy like Tonto by your side Or kick and fuss and curse the years we spent Or chalk it up to crime and punishment It's raining, of course I'm not complaining, it could be worse I read the papers about the shit my world is in And my small annoyances don't beg comparisons Well, baby you can saddle up and ride And make believe I took the hint and died Or swim out past exhaustion through the tide But if you can't save yourself At least you'll save your pride Yeah, you can't save yourself At least you'll save your pride Baby, you can drive out to the coast And say a prayer to exorcise my ghost Or kick and fuss and curse the years we spent Or chalk it up to crime and punishment Yeah, chalk it up to crime and punishment