Blame:
(fuckin’ ‘ell!)

BLAME IT ON YOUR SCHEDULE, THERE’S NEVER TIME
BLAME IT ON YOUR DIARY, THE DAILY GRIND
BLAME IT ON THE BUS, IT’S ALWAYS LATE
AIM AND FRAME THE THINGS U HATE

BLAME IT ON THE HEADACHES, THEY HURT SO MUCH
BLAME THAT DAMN INSOMNIA KEEPING U UP
BLAME IT ON THE RAIN, BECAUSE IT’S WET
PASS THE BUCK - IT’S THE SAFEST BET

YOU CAN BLAME WHAT YOU WANT
JUST COMPLAIN ALL YOU WANT
FAKE THE STRAIN IF YOU WANT BUT IT’S YOU

CONTEMPLATE ALL YOUR STRIFE,
FEEL THE STRAIN YOUR WHOLE LIFE
EXPLAIN AWAY YOUR WHOLE LIFE BUT IT’S TRUE

IT’S ALL DOWN TO U
DOWN TO U
U

WELL, THERE JUST AIN'T NO WAY
I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY
U CAN TELL ME ALL DAY - IT’S NOT ME
WELL, THERE JUST AIN'T NO WAY
I DON’T CARE WHAT U SAY
U CAN GIVE ME THE BLAME - IT’S NOT ME

BLAME IT ON THE PARENTS, I’M JUST A KID
BLAME IT ON EXGIRLFRIEND, SHE’S SUCH A BITCH
BLAME IT ANYWHERE, BUT AT YOURSELF
WHEN U GONNA GET SOME HELP?

BLAME IT ON THE GOVERNMENT, U CAN’T GO WRONG
BLAME IT ON SOCIETY, GOOD SCAPEGOAT
BLAME IT ON THE COPS, JUST COZ THEY’RE DICKS
STILL DON’T MEAN THAT YOU’RE NOT SICK

WELL, THERE JUST AIN'T NO WAY
I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY
U CAN TELL ME ALL DAY - IT’S NOT ME
WELL, THERE JUST AIN'T NO WAY
I DON’T CARE WHAT U SAY
U CAN GIVE ME THE BLAME - IT’S NOT ME

the truly sad but sadly true story of vietnam bob:

there was this old dude named bob who lived in our block once
an ex-vietnam vet with medals and a shotgun
had a shitty paid job in construction
had a problem with authority so his boss got punched
had a problem with the whole damn world when he got drunk
had a drug deal with a cripple that had gone all wrong
had a balcony by the pool where the dealer sat and got sun
had a really bad day so he shot just once
blew the cripple and his wheelchair straight to kingdom come
watched his flesh float on the pool surface like flotsam
went back into his flat and thought "now what have you gone done?"
put the barrel into his mouth until it burned the tip of his tongue
put his finger on the trigger as if he'd never even shot a gun
watched his life flash past his eyes as he counted "3 (stop!), 2 (stop!), 1."
he said "i wish what everybody deserved is what everybody got just once...
at least in death there's dignity for a soldier, with a gun... let's get this done
(no!)
just an harmless (?) old guy, who didn't have no-one
a past of fighting for a country that didn't give a fuck
a social life of latching onto other lonely drunks
and a bunch of scars the medics couldn't sew up
a future not at all like what was owed him
from a country that disowned him
(rest in peace)