| Lyrics: | Nobody's Fault - AEROSMITH
(Steven Tyler, Brad Whitford)
Lord I
must be dreaming, what else could this be
Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea
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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 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 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 Saint Andres seven years ago
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Shove it up their richters, red lights 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 ill at
ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled in debris
California showtime, 5
o'clocks 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
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And hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late |
