paroles de chanson Blame Miss Barclay - Mikill Pane
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
Hey
wanna
know
why
Mister
Pane
writes
in
the
way
that
the
does
Some
are
genuinely
intrigued,
some
are
making
a
fuss
They
just
can't
seem
to
figure
it
out,
so
they
complain
and
they
cuss
They
feel
the
sting
because
he's
gotta
be
creating
a
buzz
There's
no
bitch
behind
these
bars
-
He
doesn't
bow
in
the
showers
-
And
no
impulse
to
keep
'em
sweet
He's
acting
sour
to
cowards
While
the
flavour
shuts
'em
up
He's
found
a
way
to
sum
shit
up
The
end
result?
Three
sixteens
to
the
power
of
ours
This
is
nothing
like
the
other
stuff
you're
into
Yes,
this
is
an
album,
but
it's
more
of
a
motherfucking
tribute
This
information's
vital,
it
explains
the
title
Here's
a
little
something
that
I
dedicate
to
my
school
Teacher,
she
taught
me
English
in
my
teens
I
didn't
fancy
her,
but
she's
one
of
the
women
of
my
dreams
She
played
a
part
in
creating
the
formidable
machine
Called
Mikill
Pane,
I'd
like
to
say
this
is
a
big
conspiracy
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
She
taught
me
that
it's
no
just
what
you
write,
but
how
it's
said
That
makes
your
rhetoric
explosive
enough
to
make
a
page
a
powder
keg
Musicians
called
and
said,
'Your
poetry's
quite
hot
We
should
tie
our
skills
in
with
each
other's'
So
I
said,
'Why
knot?'
If
I
didn't
have
those
commitments,
I'd
harvest
my
own
crops
Smoke
them
all,
go
into
Hyde
Park
with
a
soapbox
Then
stand
on
Speaker's
Corner
with
a
mic
or
a
megaphone
And
scream
about
how
politicians
lie
just
to
get
your
votes
I'd
ask
some
questions
publicly
and
need
some
answers
Like:
who
really
looks
up
to
these
greedy
bastards?
Why'd
they
riot
in
the
UK
just
to
take
some
stuff
While
the
Houses
of
Parliament
remained
untouched?
Why
didn't
they
run
up
on
the
goverment
and
tell
them
to
leave
Or
have
an
example
made
out
of
them
like
Elliot
Gleave?
If
I
whipped
a
little
frenzy
up,
I
would
accept
the
blame
But
someone
else
would
share
the
credit
— I've
already
said
her
name
It's
Miss
Barclay
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
They
want
me
to
speak
about
that,
not
this
There's
nothing
they
can
tell
me
I
had
my
heart
set
on
one
thing
when
I
started
to
make
this
LP
And
that
was
not
to
go
down
in
history
as
some
other
cunt
that
penned
hits
I'm
not
trying
to
get
to
the
plaque
— I'm
not
a
motherfucking
dentist
So
don't
think
that
Mister
Pane
can
help
With
fixing
teeth.
Just
brace
yourselves
For
a
wave
of
chicken
shit
MC's
that
are
standing
by
in
case
this
sells
And
if
it
does
and
they
copy
me,
I
won't
be
stupid
and
go
at
them
I'll
be
so
flattered
because
I'll
have
more
sons
in
music
than
Joe
Jackson
They'll
know
they'd
never
have
done
it
without
their
dad
and
that's
the
main
thing
Barack
Obama's
not
the
only
black
man
that
can
change
things
My
priorities
are
clear,
I
don't
just
rap
this
staff
for
payment
My
bank
balance
is
at
the
bottom
of
the
list,
and
that's
an
understatement
I'm
just
saying,
but
I'm
saying
it
in
the
only
way
I
know
how:
Very
starkly,
Gwen
Stefani-style,
so
there
remains
no
doubt
That
I'm
never
gonna
say
sorry
for
any
phrase
that
caused
displeasure
And
I
will
not
budge
an
inch.
Just
thought
I'd
say
that
for
good
measure
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
You
can
blame
Miss
Barclay.
Who?
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