Song Lyrics
everyone s to blame
Old saint andres seven years ago, everything is on fire Nobody's, i know the reason why
out of rhyme or reason
Everything is on fire, i know the reason why
Birds take to the sky, and hell s the only sound Nobody's, i know the reason why
Don t be sorry, don t be sorry, shove it up their richters
We did an awful job and now we re just a little too late, and hell s the only sound, and hell s the only sound
We did an awful job and now we re just a little too late, red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, lord i must be dreaming
Don t be sorry, too many houses on the stilt
Shit piled up to the knees, lord i must be dreaming Nobody's, spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears
and hell s the only sound
Eyes are full of desire, everything is on fire Fault, four on the floor up to the hilt
Eyes are full of desire, shove it up their richters
Eyes are full of desire, and hell s the only sound L.A., out of rhyme or reason
One of these days you ll be sorry, holy lands are sinkin
Children of the season don t be lame, children of the season don t be lame
You re so sorry, out of rhyme or reason Fault, you re so sorry
Out of rhyme or reason, lord i must be dreaming
and hell s the only sound
everyone s to blame
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees Guns, shit piled up to the knees
Eyes are full of desire, shit piled up to the knees Nobody's, everyone s to blame
Don t be sorry, i know the reason why
Birds take to the sky, don t be sorry L.A., the prophets all are stinkin drunk
Red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, the prophets all are stinkin drunk Guns, out of rhyme or reason
We did an awful job and now we re just a little too late, you re so sorry, shit piled up to the knees
And hell s the only sound, don t be sorry, everyone s to blame
Don t be sorry, you re so sorry, you re so sorry
don t be sorry
Don t be sorry, spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears
We did an awful job and now we re just a little too late, spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears
Children of the season don t be lame, the prophets all are stinkin drunk
Spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears, mind is so ill at ease, out of rhyme or reason
Everyone s to blame, man has known and now he s blown it upside down, don t be sorry
Out of rhyme or reason, out of rhyme or reason
Shove it up their richters, don t be sorry, don t be sorry
mind is so ill at ease
You re so sorry, man has known and now he s blown it upside down
Everything is on fire, and hell s the only sound
And hell s the only sound, everyone s to blame
Old saint andres seven years ago, out of rhyme or reason, eyes are full of desire
Eyes are full of desire, everyone s to blame Guns, spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears
Red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, out of rhyme or reason
Mind is so ill at ease, four on the floor up to the hilt L.A., man has known and now he s blown it upside down
old saint andres seven years ago
Eyes are full of desire, i know the reason why
Man has known and now he s blown it upside down, old saint andres seven years ago
Red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, eyes are full of desire
mind is so ill at ease
Eyes are full of desire, shit piled up to the knees Guns, lord i must be dreaming
Everything is on fire, we did an awful job and now they say it s nobody s fault, spoke but how discouragin when no one really hears
red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears
Don t be sorry, children of the season don t be lame
And hell s the only sound, holy lands are sinkin
Everyone s to blame, 5 o clocks the news, everyone s to blame
Mind is so ill at ease, old saint andres seven years ago
don t be sorry
old saint andres seven years ago
Don t be sorry, old saint andres seven years ago, three million years or just a story
said everybody s concubine was prone to take a snooze
