Nobody's Fault
Lord I must be dreaming 
What else could this be 
Everybody's screaming 
Running' for the sea 

Holy lands are sinking 
Birds take to the sky 
The prophets are all stinking drunk 
I know the reason why 

Eyes are full of desire 
Mind is so ill at ease 
Everything is on fire 
Shit piled up to the knees 
Out of rhyme or reason 
Everyone's to blame 
Children of the season 
Don't be lame 
Sorry, you're so sorry 
Don't be sorry 
Man has known it 
Now he's blown it 
Up-side down and hell's the only way 
We did an awful job 
And now they say it's Nobody's Fault 

Old st. Andres 
Seven years ago 
Shove it up their richters 
Red light stop and go 
Noble men of courage 
Listen with their ears 
Spoke but how discouraging 
When no one really hears 

One of these day's you'll be sorry 
Too many houses on stilt 
Three milion years or just a story 
Four on the floor up to the hilt 

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Man has known it 
Now he's blown it 
Up-side down and hell's the only way 
We did an awful job 
And now we're just a little too late 
Eyes are full of desire 
Mind is so ill at ease 
Everything is on fire 
Shit piled up in debris 

California showtime 
Five o'clock's the news 
Everybody's concubine 
Was prone to take a snooze 

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