Nobody's Fault Lyrics
| Song | Nobody's Fault |
| Artist | Aerosmith |
| Album | Greatest Hits [Steel Box Collection] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tyler, Whitford | |
| Lord I must be dreaming | |
| What else could this be | |
| Everybody's screaming | |
| Running' for the sea | |
| Holy lands are sinking | |
| Birds take to the sky | |
| The prophets are all stinking 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 it | |
| Now he's blown it | |
| Up-side down and hell's the only way | |
| 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 | |
| Red light stop and go | |
| Noble men of courage | |
| Listen with their ears | |
| Spoke but how discouraging | |
| When no one really hears | |
| One of these day's you'll be sorry | |
| Too many houses on stilt | |
| Three million years or just a story | |
| Four on the floor up to the hilt | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man has known it | |
| Now he's blown it | |
| Up-side down and hell's the only way | |
| We did an awful job | |
| And now we're just a little too late | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Tyler, Whitford | |
| Lord I must be dreaming | |
| What else could this be | |
| Everybody' s screaming | |
| Running' for the sea | |
| Holy lands are sinking | |
| Birds take to the sky | |
| The prophets are all stinking 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 it | |
| Now he' s blown it | |
| Upside down and hell' s the only way | |
| 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 | |
| Red light stop and go | |
| Noble men of courage | |
| Listen with their ears | |
| Spoke but how discouraging | |
| When no one really hears | |
| One of these day' s you' ll be sorry | |
| Too many houses on stilt | |
| Three million years or just a story | |
| Four on the floor up to the hilt | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man has known it | |
| Now he' s blown it | |
| Upside down and hell' s the only way | |
| We did an awful job | |
| And now we' re just a little too late | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Tyler, Whitford | |
| Lord I must be dreaming | |
| What else could this be | |
| Everybody' s screaming | |
| Running' for the sea | |
| Holy lands are sinking | |
| Birds take to the sky | |
| The prophets are all stinking 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 it | |
| Now he' s blown it | |
| Upside down and hell' s the only way | |
| 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 | |
| Red light stop and go | |
| Noble men of courage | |
| Listen with their ears | |
| Spoke but how discouraging | |
| When no one really hears | |
| One of these day' s you' ll be sorry | |
| Too many houses on stilt | |
| Three million years or just a story | |
| Four on the floor up to the hilt | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man has known it | |
| Now he' s blown it | |
| Upside down and hell' s the only way | |
| We did an awful job | |
| And now we' re just a little too late | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
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