Its All My Fault — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

Theres pollen flying down the holland tunnel

And the hotels full of mud and unmade clay

There are rumours coasting in on fumes and vapors

And theres no more gas for anyone today

Theres an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfection

And a tv that we leave on all the day

Theres apostrophes for anyone who needs them

And quotation marks round everything you say

And its all your fault

Im sorry that I wrote this song

Its all your fault, its all my fault

It wont be long



Theres some rifle sights high on the eiffel tower

Trying to pick off anyone whos french

"youre spoilt for choice" a voice calls down from heaven

"so shoot someone or get back on the bench"

Theres a supermarket where the ark is grounded

In frozen foods, we feel the wind and snow

Theres a two for one deal at the checkout

All thats yet to come is priced to go

And its all your fault

Im sorry that I wrote this song

Its all your fault, its all my fault

It wont be long



And your details are for sale like sacred relics

And your real name has already been used

Face to face sounds mostly like an echo

And when we touch feels mostly like a bruise

And its all your fault

Im sorry that I wrote this song

Its all your fault, its all my fault

It wont be long