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)