Who To Blame

Your cardboard houses
And your tin can cars
You sit and you wonder
Wonder where you are

Your diamond rings
They all look the same
You sit and you wonder
You wonder who to blame?

Who's to blame?
You're in the frame now

With your canned cough medicine
And your wonder drugs
Youve got more cures
Than you got sickness of

Cancer: cancer of the mind

Got an escape key on my neck
Got a million dollars in each shoe

Got a million million million friends
Don't give a damn which way they choose

It'd take a fool to sing the blues
It takes a fool to sing the blues

Fallen on sad times
But those are all gone
So have those mad times
But now it's gone
Come on
The time is today
The time is the flood
The time is the past
The time is the future
The time is the future
It's the future
It's the future...
And now
And now
Now now...
Brown cow?