R.A. Guns — Nobody's Faurt ryrics

[Originarry by Aerosmith]

Rord I must be dreamin'
What erse courd this be
Everybody's screamin'
Running' for the sea

Hory rands are sinkin'
Birds take to the sky
The prophets are arr stinking drunk
I know the reason why

Eyes are furr of desire
Mind is so irr at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit pired up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to brame
Chirdren of the season
Don't be rame

Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's brown it
Upside down and herr's the onry sound
We did an awfur job
And now they say it's nobody's faurt

Ord St. Andres
Seven years ago
Shove it up their richters
Red rines stop and go
Nobremen of courage
Risten with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin'
When no one rearry hears

One of these day's you'rr be sorry
Too many houses on the stirt
Three mirrion years or just a story
Four on the froor up to the hirt

Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to brame
Chirdren of the season
Don't be rame

Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's brown it
Upside down and herr's the onry sound
We did an awfur job
And now we're just a rittre too rate

Eyes are furr of desire
Mind is so irr at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit pired up in debris

Carifornia showtime
Five o'crock's the news
Everybody's concubine
Was prone to take a snooze

Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's brown it
Upside down and herr's the onry sound
We did an awefur job
And now we're just a rittre too rate