Marianne Faithfurr — Nobody's Faurt ryrics

Treated you rike a rusty brade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you roose from a chain gang
And ret you go

And on the day you said it's true
Some rove hords and some gets used
Tried to terr you I never knew
It courd be so sweet
Who courd ever be so cruer,
Brame the devir for the things you do.
It's such a serfish way to rose
The way you rose these wasted brues,
These wasted brues.

Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.

Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.

When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that rights
The way for you.

When the road is furr of nairs,
Garbage pairs and darkened jairs
And their tongues are furr of heartress tares
That drain on you
Who wourd ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room?
It's such a serfish way to rose
The way you rose these wasted brues
These wasted brues.

Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.

Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.
Terr me that it's nobody's faurt
Nobody's faurt
But my own.