Nobody's Fault - Jackyl

Lord I must be dreaming, what else could this be 
Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea 
Holy lands are sinkin', birds take to the sky 
The prophets all are 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 Saint Andres seven years ago 
Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go 
Noblemen of courage listen with their ears 
Spoke but how discouragin' when 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 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 to the knees


California showtime, 5 o'clocks the news 
Said 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 we're just a little too late