Blame

I know I'm right, I know I'm right, I think it's cool

Obscene as he crawls through the mud of the champagne dream

A manic bank statement begs, sweeping the dregs

As the TV blares, more thoughts and prayers

A drunken collaboration

Wizard in this council, a state of the nation

And I'm on the country's shit list

Too many years depressed, distressed or pissed

And I've grown up to be a statistic

Betted by the pseudo moralistic

And privileged opinionista

I'm millionaire funded fashionista

And I'm getting it loud and clear

So loud, so loud

So loud, so loud

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame

You say I need to get in with the in-crowd

I'm not giving off too much of the proud in my job

Because I'm part-time nothing, a silent shadow, a broken cup

And all those riches will buy them success

As they stare at imagined media interest

In northern west, with the bitterest taste

And I'm getting it loud and clear

I'm getting it loud and clear

And I'm getting it loud and clear

I'm getting it loud and clear

So loud, so loud

So loud, so loud

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame (loud)

Blame (loud)

Blame (loud)

Blame (loud)