I get home from work

You're still standing in your dresssing gown

What am I to do?

And I know all the things around your head

And what they do to you

What are we coming to?

What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite

That brings me home

I get on the train and I just stand about

Now that I don't think of you

I keep falling over I keep passing out

when I see a face like you

What are we coming to?

What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite

That brings me home

I...

I blame it on...