Testament Nobody's Fault

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 are all 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 St. Andres

Seven years ago

Shove it up their richters

Redlines come and go

Noblemen of courage

Listen with their ears

Spoke but how discouragin'

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 they say it's nobody's fault

Eyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill at ease

Everything is on fire

Shit piled up in debris

California showtime

Five o'clock's the news

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 they say it's nobody's fault