It’s All My Fault

Theres pollen flying down the holland tunnel
And the hotels full of mud and unmade clay
There are rumours coasting in on fumes and vapors
And theres no more gas for anyone today
Theres an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfection
And a tv that we leave on all the day
Theres apostrophes for anyone who needs them
And quotation marks round everything you say
And its all your fault
Im sorry that I wrote this song
Its all your fault, its all my fault
It wont be long

Theres some rifle sights high on the eiffel tower
Trying to pick off anyone whos french
Youre spoilt for choice a voice calls down from heaven
So shoot someone or get back on the bench
Theres a supermarket where the ark is grounded
In frozen foods, we feel the wind and snow
Theres a two for one deal at the checkout
All thats yet to come is priced to go
And its all your fault
Im sorry that I wrote this song
Its all your fault, its all my fault
It wont be long

And your details are for sale like sacred relics
And your real name has already been used
Face to face sounds mostly like an echo
And when we touch feels mostly like a bruise
And its all your fault
Im sorry that I wrote this song
Its all your fault, its all my fault
It wont be long