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 all are stinkin' drunk
I know the reason why

Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
s___ piled up to the knees

Out of ryhme 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 lines 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 ryme 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
s___ piled up in debris

California showtime
Five o'clock's the news
Said everybody's concubine
Was p___e 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

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