Blame - Bastille, Claptone

You go sleep with the fishes

There’s no room for you here

There’s no room for you here

Wrap your teeth around the pavement

'Cause your body’s a message

Send my regards to hell

Fall upon your knees, sing:

«This is my body and soul here»

Crawl and beg and plead, sing:

«You've got the power to control»

Don’t pin it all on me

Don’t pin it all on me!

You’ve been granted three wishes

Say goodbye to your mother, your father, your son

I can hear your pulse racing from here

Sitting next to this gun beats your heart in your mouth

Fall upon your knees, sing:

«This is my body and soul here»

Crawl and beg and plead, sing:

«You've got the power to control»

Don’t pin it all on me

Don’t pin it all on me!

Blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you)

Blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you)

Blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you)

Blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you)

Fall upon your knees, sing:

«This is my body and soul here»

Crawl and beg and plead, sing:

«You've got the power to control here

This is my body and this is my soul!»

Fall upon your knees, sing:

«This is my body and soul

Don’t pin it all on me

Don’t pin it all on me!»

Don’t pin it all on me

Don’t pin it all on me