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Nobody's Fault

๐Ÿ‘ค L.A. Guns โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Rips the Covers Off โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:23
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โฑ๏ธ 4:23 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:37.19] Lord I must be dreamin'
[00:41.12] What else could this be
[00:43.68] Everybody's screamin'
[00:46.55] Running' for the sea
[00:49.02] Holy lands are sinkin'
[00:51.61] Birds take to the sky
[00:54.12] The prophets are all stinking drunk
[00:56.89] I know the reason why
[01:00.07] Eyes are full of desire
[01:02.05] Mind is so ill at ease
[01:04.35] Everything is on fire
[01:06.92] Shit piled up to the knees
[01:09.35] Out of rhyme or reason
[01:12.60] Everyone's to blame
[01:14.98] Children of the season
[01:17.46] Don't be lame
[01:19.98] Sorry, you're so sorry
[01:24.14] Don't be sorry
[01:28.68] Man has known
[01:32.02] And now he's blown it
[01:33.75] Upside down and hell's the only sound
[01:37.06] We did an awful job
[01:38.31] And now they say it's nobody's fault
[01:40.45] Old St. Andres
[01:41.75] Seven years ago
[01:43.73] Shove it up their richters
[01:45.78] Red lines stop and go
[01:48.64] Noblemen of courage
[01:50.59] Listen with their ears
[01:54.12] Spoke but how discouragin'
[01:56.34] When no one really hears
[01:59.38] One of these day's you'll be sorry
[02:01.65] Too many houses on the stilt
[02:04.23] Three million years or just a story
[02:06.83] Four on the floor up to the hilt
[02:09.19] Out of rhyme or reason
[02:12.45] Everyone's to blame
[02:14.95] Children of the season
[02:17.07] Don't be lame
[02:18.12] Sorry, we're so sorry
[02:24.31] Don't be sorry
[02:29.01] Man has known
[02:31.44] And now he's blown it
[02:33.36] Upside down and hell's the only sound
[02:35.62] We did an awful job
[02:37.32] And now we're just a little too late
[02:39.03] Eyes are full of desire
[03:01.51] Mind is so ill at ease
[03:03.87] Everything is on fire
[03:06.02] Shit piled up in debris
[03:09.33] California showtime
[03:12.23] Five o'clock's the news
[03:14.48] Everybody's concubine
[03:17.55] Was prone to take a snooze
[03:19.99] Sorry, we're so sorry
[03:24.44] Don't be sorry
[03:29.09] Man has known
[03:31.87] And now he's blown it
[03:33.58] Upside down and hell's the only sound
[03:35.48] We did an aweful job
[03:37.20] And now we're just a little too late
[03:57.13]

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