
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Placing The Blame |
Yesterday I met the postman |
Bringing packages from England |
I smiled as to not provoke him |
Then asked «What's up with the gun, man?» |
Its been so hot in here for days |
The ice creams melting |
Given the means and the ways |
The sex is helping |
I lost directions to the microwaving meals |
And my Captain &&Tenelle |
«Now I try to keep my head above my shoes |
Especially in front of new wave Hair-Do's» |
A dying man said to me |
With his dead lips |
Selling crack in Eubonics |
As not to offend or annoy |
Or strike a bad note |
As not to damage or destroy |
Or say a bad word |
I gave directions to the nearest Coffee Shop |
So maybe he’d stop, so maybe he’d stop |
Wake up World it’s time to go |
'Cause this life can bring you down, so down |
Wake up World it’s time to go |
And turn around the opposite way |
Are you man enough to take the blame for this |