oh I know you feel the burdens of the fall
Even when I've done my whole to do list
there's still something in my craw
oh for sure I come up lacking in so many ways
I am always wanting more
but I'll never have it all
Blame it on the people
Blame it on the times
Blame it on me for cryin' out loud
Pointing fingers is so sublime
Blame it on love
Blame it on today
Blame in on tomorrows that never came
oh I always thought that I could change the world
but I could never change myself
I always wished I was somebody else
It's so hard and it's so sleazy to face the day
I only wanted to make an impact
hey I thought I had something to say
Now I'm feelin' like I'm learning to deal with bein' me
My wacked out vantage point is surely nowhere you'd want to be
Blame it on the people
Blame it on the times
Blame it on me like you often do
If it's anyone's fault, it's probably mine
Blame it on the past
Blame it on the fray
Blame in on that perfect sunny day that came and never stayed
break
oh I no longer know we'll see better days
Oh this hater vibe keeps catchin' on
If you can't live with it you better run and hide
but there's people around who just know how to make ya feel good
Sweet angels who come into my life
I just go off with them and forget all this mess
I'm human and I wake up and try every day
I've given it all baby and this is all I've got left to say
Blame it on the people
Blame it on the times
Blame it on me, I'm just a fool like you
Pointing fingers is so sublime
Blame it on love
Blame it on today
Blame in on tomorrows that never came
Blame it on the big game, your team shoulda won
Blame on yourself, you coulda been the one
Blame it on your parents for bein' too kind
Blame it on pinball, bein' deaf, dumb and blind
Blame it on the culture that faded away
Blame it on things that never saw the light of day
Blame it on Neil Armstrong, for walkin' on the moon
Blame it on the Beatles, for breakin' up too soon
Blame it on the teacher you had in 4th grade
Blame it on commitments, you never shoulda made
Blame it on Bob Dylan for all his mystique
Blame it on the president, he's such a damn freak
Blame it on the silent who keep it inside
Blame it on Kurt, he never shoulda died
Blame it on goodtimes that come to an end
Blame it on the girls who would only be friends
Blame it on your pot plant that just didn't grow
Blame it on the forefathers, they just didn't know
Blame it on Lennon for singin' about God
Blame it on some phony and his fucking facade
Blame it on Santa, he brought the wrong toy
Blame it on the girl who used to be a boy
Blame it on nature, volcanos erupt
Blame it on the King for bein' all shook up
Blame it on the deep state and antifa
Blame it on the brownies singin' Kumbaya
Blame it on the guy who got under your skin
Blame it on the preacher and all of your sins
Blame it on years not knowin' who you are
Blame it on your dog that got hit by a car
Blame it on money and the music biz
Blame it on the truth whatever that is
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