Self - Placing The Blame Lyrics
Yesterday I met the postmanBringing packages from EnglandI smiled as to not provoke himThen asked "What's up with the gun, man?"Its been so hot in here for daysThe ice creams meltingGiven the means and the waysThe sex is helpingI lost directions to the microwaving mealsAnd my Captain & Tenelle"Now I try to keep my head above my shoesEspecially in front of new wave Hair-Do's"A dying man said to meWith his dead lipsSelling crack in EubonicsAs not to offend or annoyOr strike a bad noteAs not to damage or destroyOr say a bad wordI gave directions to the nearest Coffee ShopSo maybe he'd stop, so maybe he'd stopWake up World it's time to go'Cause this life can bring you down, so downWake up World it's time to goAnd turn around the opposite wayAre you man enough to take the blame for this-repeat-