Blame Game Songtext
von Popes of Chillitown

What′s the matter with you? (What's the matter with you?)
Everything that you do (Everything that you do)
You′re so petulant yes
And I repent for all the time that I spent with you
What's the matter with me? (What's the matter with me?)
I′ve got no self esteem (I′ve got no self esteem)
I'm a man without a dream you know exactly what I mean
No-one ever really cared about me

What am I to do? (Two, three, four)

This is not my fault
This is all your fault
This is not your fault
This is all my fault


You want a rudeboy to be rude (You want a rudeboy to be rude)
To be a fashionable dude (To be a fashionable dude)
Your wandering eye′s got me wondering why I ever put up with your mood
Well you make me so sad (Well you make me so sad)
And if it's over then I′m glad (Well, I'm fucking glad)
Better to have loved and been bossed
At any rate I never lost
Guess you didn′t know what you had

What am I to do?
What am I to do with you?

This is not my fault
This is all your fault
This is not your fault
This is all my fault

Don't bite off more than you can chew (Don't bite off more than you can chew)
It′s never a wise thing to do (It′s never a wise thing to do)
Got eyes bigger than your stomach
Now it's somewhat of a mystery to you
That we′re through

Won't you give me some relief (Give me some relief, yeah)
I′ve had so much of your grief (I've had so much of your grief)
There′s only so much that two men can take
I've had enough for fuck's sake
I′m turning over a new leaf

What am I to do?
What am I to do with you?


This is not my fault
This is all your fault
This is not your fault
This is all my fault