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
 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 we're just a little too late
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 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
 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 we're just a little too late