Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody's Fault, artist - L.A. Guns. Album song Rips the Covers Off, in the genre Хард-рокDate of issue: 25.04.2004
Record label: Shrapnel
Song language: English
Nobody's Fault |
| Lord I must be dreaming, 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 Saint Andres seven years ago |
| Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go |
| Noblemen of courage listen with their ears |
| Spoke but how 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, shit piled up to the knees |
| California showtime, 5 o’clocks the news |
| Said 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 |