It's All My Fault-John Wesley Harding

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