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Albums:

Laying the Smackdown on the Devil (Chillwill) · Laying My Burdens Down (Willie Nelson) · You Baby: Words and Music by P.F. Sloan & Steve Barri (Hutchinson, Hutch) · P.F. Sloan [EP] (P.F. Sloan) · P.F. Sloan/The Grass Roots (P.F. Sloan) · Blame It on Mama (The Jenkins) · Blame (Diplo) · Blame It on Eve (Rockstar Barbeque) · Blame It on My Heart (Steve Kirwan) · Blame It on My Youth (Holly Cole) – and 90 other albums »


Stepping out of darkness,
We're blinded by the spotlight.
The future is ourís they say itís up us,
To make it right.
Laying the blame
A condeming fear strikes down
Things they cannot understand
An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
Lies
Laying your guilt and pain
I thought if you weren't busy we might have lunch tomorrow
And talk about a few things laying heavy on my mind
I'll get the corner table in that
beast, this angel of death

They hear the noise, the people in the town
They cringe in fear, frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required to live
Must
You can't watercolor a fire cracker
And you you're laying face down
With your heart of soul
Selling it cheap on the commercial rd

Where is
villainous beast
This angel of death

They hear the noise
The people in the town
They cringe in fear
Frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required
fingers laying blame
The fight goes on, it's a silly game
Black or white
No hope in sight

We are falling apart from within
Take my hand;
Once more
I wrote this song by a kitchen table
Maybe it all seems okay
Sometimes it's better just to laugh than to run away
Maybe I'll leave you in the coming
Tell me why don't you kill me
And put a gun against my head?
I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead

I want it over by now
Why don't you kill
Everybody run for your life the rebels are dead
Bodies laying in the streets the gutters run red
Religion burns bright in the minds of the foe
Got
Saturday night smashed out of my brains
Laying on the floor looking really intelligent
Oh what's news I hear you say
All of my dreams have gone
I was a hard-going push mowing hard-laying kid
Baseball and MTV
Turned into a blue jean midnight Chevrolet cigarette do about anything
Spend
I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet.
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that
this woman's life, though it cost her less
Than laying at low tide to see her true love phosphoresce

And in an infinite regress
Tell me why is the pain
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam
She'll be by his side
But he doesn't
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam
She'll be by his side
But he doesn't
Saturday night smashed out of my brains
Laying on the floor looking really intelligent
Oh what's news I hear you say
All of my dreams have gone
Written by: Stephen Allen Davis / Boo Hewerdine


Confrontation ain?t your thing

You say that laying blame won?t do no good now

So before you go
here.
And uh-oh, who's gonna help you now?
What the mystery in this house
And no, don't blame my child.
He would attempt to die for you to the end
Letting go of my bad habits
Hanging on the hope for better times
I'll be fine
Learning to sleep in the bed that I made
Laying the blame where it belongs
I'm like a piece of shard gla** laying on a frame of a window 
That was broken by the bricks of pain 

Sometimes I feel just like the devil's guinea
to turn 
I'm like a piece of shard glass laying on a frame of a window 
That was broken by the bricks of pain 
Sometimes I feel just like the devil's
To telling God "to hell with him"
Go down in flames and laying the blame
Why would he ever let her walk away
That's the smallest I've ever felt
That's
a thousand faces
Tell me, tell me which is you
Tell me which is you

Eerily time made no change
Pointing fingers, laying blame
Lying over and over and over
backpack trying to get chose 
By another nigga with talent wealth and fame 
Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turning 
Her out into a hip hop