Lyrics Blame - Mike + The Mechanics

While you're defending yourself, maybe you'd like to explain.
Are you a king for a day?
Is it some ancient campaign?

Warpaint your flag on your face.
Gather the troops on the line.
You never made a mistake, there at the scen of the crime.

Blood on your hands.
Blood on your feet.
Down in the pouring rain.
What do you care, out on the street?
We're gonna drive you insane.
Nobody else to blame for all that.

Where are the angry young men?
Where are the fighters of yore?
Looking for trouble again.
Looking to settle a score.

Why do you re-incarnate?
Why will you always be here?
Pour out a nation of hate.
Pour out an ocean of tears.

Blood on your hands.
Blood on your feet.
Down in the pouring rain.
What do you care, out on the street?
We're gonna drive you insane.
Nobody else to blame for all that.

Nobody questions the power elite.
Who's gonna take up the strain?
Nobody else to blame!