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)