There's pollen flying down The Holland Tunnel

And the hotel's full of mud and unmade clay

There are rumours coasting in on fumes and vapors

And there's no more gas for anyone today

There's an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfection

And a tv that we leave on all the day

There's apostrophes for anyone who needs them

And quotation marks round everything you say

And it's all your fault

I'm sorry that I wrote this song

It's all your fault, it's all my fault

It won't be long



There's some rifle sights high on The Eiffel Tower

Trying to pick off anyone who's french

";You're spoilt for choice"; a voice calls down from heaven

";So shoot someone or get back on the bench";

There's a supermarket where the ark is grounded

In frozen foods, we feel the wind and snow

There's a two for one deal at the checkout

All that's yet to come is priced to go

And it's all your fault

I'm sorry that I wrote this song

It's all your fault, it's all my fault

It won't be long



And your details are for sale like sacred relics

And your real name has already been used

Face to face sounds mostly like an echo

And when we touch feels mostly like a bruise

And it's all your fault

I'm sorry that I wrote this song

It's all your fault, it's all my fault

It won't be long