Placing The Blame

Yesterday I met the postman
Bringing packages from England
I smiled as to not provoke him
Then asked: What's up with the gun, man?
Its been so hot in here for days, the ice cream's melting
Given the means and the ways, the sex is helping
I lost directions to the microwaving meals
And my Captain & Tennille

Now I try to keep my head above my shoes
Especially in front of new wave hairdos
A dying man said to me with his dead lips
Selling 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?