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 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 St. Andres

Seven years ago

Shove it up their richters

Red lines stop and go

Noblemen of courage

Listen with their ears

Spoke but how discouraging

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, we'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

A shit piled up in debris

California showtime

Five o'clock's the news

Everybody's concubine

Was prone to take a snooze

Sorry, we'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