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Nobody's Fault

Lord, I must be dreamin'

What else could this be?

Everybody's screamin'

Runnin' for the seaHoly lands are sinkin'

Birds take to the sky

The prophets all are stinkin' drunk

I know the reason whyEyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill-at-ease

Everything is on fire

Shit piled up to the kneesOut of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame

Children of the season, don't be lameSorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorryMan has known and now he's blown it

Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job

And now they say it's nobody's faultOld San Andreas

Seven years ago

Shove it up their Richters

Red lines stop and goNoblemen of courage

Listen with their ears

Spoke without discouragin'

When no one really hearsOne of these days you'll be sorry

Too many houses on the stilt

Three million years or just a story

Four on the floor up to the hiltOut of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame

Children of the season, don't be lameSorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorryMan has known and now he's blown it

Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job

And now we're just a little too lateEyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill-at-ease

Everything is on fire

Our shit's piled up in debrisCalifornia showtime

Five o'clock's the news

Everybody's concubine was prone to take a snoozeSorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorryMan has known and now he's blown it

Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job

And now we're just a little too late

Songwriters

BRAD E WHITFORD, STEVEN VICTOR TALLARICOPublished by

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