Who’s to Blame? Songtext
von Pallas

The rat walks in his neighbour′s house says, "What can I do?
My father's cousin′s wife says I must kill you
There is a debt of honour and it must be paid by you
But how it came to happen I can't tell you"
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
Can we ever salve our conscience with our shame?
Can we ever put things right?
A soldier guards a roadblock with a rifle in his hand
But doesn′t smile at children passing by him
He couldn′t give a damn about this godforsaken land
Where folks would rather hate than understand
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
(Our nature must blame)
Can we ever salve our conscience with our shame?
(We hate to feel)
Can we ever put things right?
Ooh, though the seasons come and go
Still the sickness seems to grow in the mind
Ooh, though the players′ names may change
The simple question still remains


Who's to blame?
Who′s to blame?
The journal clung to his notebook with a sorry, heavy sigh
He can't afford to be seen taking sides
Tonight he′ll drink another beer and argue till he's blind
And hope that better minds than his decide
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
(We′re itching to stay)
Can we ever salve our conscience with our shame?
(We′re giving in our stay)
Can we ever put things right?
Ooh, though the seasons come and go
Still the sickness seems to grow in the mind
Ooh, though the players' names may change
The simple question still remains
Who′s to blame?
Who's to blame?
Ooh, though the seasons come and go
Still the sickness seems to grow in the mind
Ooh, though the players′ names may change
The simple question still remains
Who's to blame?
Who′s to blame?