Placing the Blame Songtext
von Self

Yesterday I met the postman
Bringin′ packages from England
I smiled as to not provoke him
Then asked, "What's up with the gun, man?"

It′s been so hot in here for days, the ice cream's meltin'
Given the means and the ways, the sex is helpin′
I′ve lost directions to the microwavin' meals
And my Captain & Tennille

"Now I try to keep my head above my shoes
Especially in front of new wave hairdos"
A dyin′ man said to me with his dead lips
Sellin' crack in Eubonics


Oh, as not to offend or annoy, or strike a bad note
As not to damage or destroy, or say a bad word
I gave directions to the nearest coffee shop
So maybe he′d stop, so maybe he'd stop

Wake up, world, it′s time to go
'Cause this life can bring you down, so down
Wake up, world, it's time to go
And turn around the opposite way

Are you man enough? Are you man enough?
Are you man enough to take the blame for this?
Are you man enough? Are you man enough?
Are you man enough to take the blame for this?
Are you man enough? Are you man enough?
Are you man enough to take the blame for this?

Are you man enough? Are you man enough?
Are you man enough to take the blame for this?
Are you man enough? Are you man enough?
Are you man enough to take the blame for this?

Are you man enough to take the blame for this?