Nobody’s Fault

Lord, I must be dreamin'
What else could this be
Everybody's screamin'
Runnin' for the sea
Holy lands are sinkin'
Birds take to the sky
The prophets all are stinkin' drunk
I know the reason why
Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so I'll at ease
Everythin' 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
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 Fault
Old San Andreas
Seven years ago
Shove it up their rich ass
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin'
When no one really hears
One 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 hilt
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
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
Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so I'll at ease
Everythin' is on fire
Shit piled up in debris
California showtime
Five o'clock's the news
Said everybody's concubine
Was prone to take a snooze
Sorry
You're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man 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