Aerosmith - Nobody's Fault

Aerosmith - Nobody's Fault

Lord I must be dreamin'.
What else could this be.
Everybody's screamin'.
Running' for the sea.

Holy lands are sinkin'.
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 discouragin'.
When no one really hears.

One of these day's 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.
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 aweful job.
And now we're just a little too late.