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 I'll 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 SAN ANDREAS
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 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 I'll at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up in debris
California showtime
Five o'clock's 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
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 all are stinkin' drunk I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire Mind is so I'll 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 SAN ANDREAS 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 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 I'll at ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up in debris California showtime Five o'clock's 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 Explain Request ×
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