blame it on the tetons. yeah, i need a scapegoat now.
no my dog won’t bite you, though it had the right to.
you oughta give her credit cuz she knows i would’ve let it happen.
blame it on the weekends. god i need a cola now.
oh we mumble loudly, wear our shame so proudly.
wore our blank expressions, trying to look interesting.
blame it all on me cuz god i need a cold one now.
all them eager actors gladly taking credit
for the lines created by the people tucked away from sight
is just a window from the room we’re bound to.
if you find a way out, oh would you just let me know how?
would you just let me know how?
blame it on the web but the spider’s your problem now.
language is the liquid that we’re all dissolved in.
great for solving problems, after it creates a problem.
blame it on the tetons. god, i need a scapegoat now.
everyone’s a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down.
everyone’s an ocean drowning
with no one really to show how.
they might get a little better air
if they turned themselves into a cloud.