
Nobody's Fault (Aerosmith Cover)
Testament
The New Order • 1988
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Lyrics
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 are all 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, 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; redlines come and go
Noblemen of courage, listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin' - 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, 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
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees
California showtime, five o'clock's the news
Everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze
Sorry, you're so sorry, 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
Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea
Holy lands are sinkin', birds take to the sky
The prophets are all 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, 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; redlines come and go
Noblemen of courage, listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin' - 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, 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
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees
California showtime, five o'clock's the news
Everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze
Sorry, you're so sorry, 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
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