Song parody of
Nobody's Fault
by Aerosmith
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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 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 San Andreas
Seven years ago
Shove it up their Richters
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke without 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
Our shit's 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 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
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 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 San Andreas
Seven years ago
Shove it up their Richters
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke without 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
Our shit's 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 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
