It's All My Fault Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

There's pollen flying down the holland tunnel 

And the hotel's full of mud and unmade clay 

There are rumours coasting in on fumes and vapors 

And there's no more gas for anyone today 

There's an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfection 

And a tv that we leave on all the day 

There's apostrophes for anyone who needs them 

And quotation marks round everything you say 

And it's all your fault 

I'm sorry that I wrote this song 

It's all your fault, it's all my fault 

It won't be long 

There's some rifle sights high on the eiffel tower 

Trying to pick off anyone who's french 

"you're spoilt for choice" a voice calls down from heaven 

"so shoot someone or get back on the bench" 

There's a supermarket where the ark is grounded 

In frozen foods, we feel the wind and snow 

There's a two for one deal at the checkout 

All that's yet to come is priced to go 

And it's all your fault 

I'm sorry that I wrote this song 

It's all your fault, it's all my fault 

It won't be long 

And your details are for sale like sacred relics 

And your real name has already been used 

Face to face sounds mostly like an echo 

And when we touch feels mostly like a bruise 

And it's all your fault 

I'm sorry that I wrote this song 

It's all your fault, it's all my fault 

It won't be long