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 scene of the crime.



Chorus



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 or 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.



[chorus]

Nobody questions the power elite

who's gonna take up the strain

nobody else to blame