I blame you And I blame you For everything you do For all the scars I bare And breathing all my air For everything I'll ever do Shifting through the ashes And scratching through my life And how sick is it to live with the promises

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

Nothin' in this world is gonna keep me from you No, nothin' in this world is gonna keep me from you Lost you once, I take the blame Climb that hill, I'll take the rain Baby, I'm not letting go this time After all is said and done Baby, you're my setting

You're breaking your mind By killing the time that kills you But you can't blame the time 'Cause it's only in your mind Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass

I'm telling you, I'm bulletproof Believe me, I'm bulletproof You make me so bulletproof And now I'm too far gone I'm too far gone You're trying to blame me But I'm not breaking I need a way to separate yeah Now that you want it

Because I still got a hard way to go And it's a crying shame That you can't lay the blame On anybody else but yourself And I still got a hard way to go (Chris Youlden) Chrysalis Music Ltd. Ain't got time for doubts or fears Ain't got time for shallow

I said I never gave a fuck. I'll be the first one to let you know again. Things will never change unless this world comes to an end. I'm sick and Twisted and you're the one to blame. Sex drugs and violence go hand in Hand with fame. So who wants to be my

It'll never be the same No, it'll never be the same Cause it's over And there's no one to blame We get closer and closer again But we're falling apart I'm losing, you're losing a friend It's always over before we start You're asking for love

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap

Maybe that's why country music has the blues If it makes you feel better Blame me if you want to But I think country music has the blues Well I sure miss ole Waylon And paychecks paid his dues Chet Adkins on that red guitar And Carl Perkins Blue Suede