[S. Tyler, B. Whitford]



[Aerosmith Cover]



Lord I must be dreamin'

What else could this be

Everybody's screamin'

Runnin' for the sea



Holy lands are sinkin'

Birds take to the sky

The prophets are all stinkin' drunk

I know the reason why



Eyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill at ease

Everything is on fire

Shit piled up to the knees



Out of rhyme or reason

Everyone's to blame

Children of the season

Don't be lame



Sorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorry

Man has known

And now he's blown it

Upside-down and hell's the only sound

We did an awful job

And now they say it's nobody's fault



Old St. Andres

Seven years ago

Shove it up their richters

Redlines come and go



Noblemen of courage

Listen with their ears

Spoke but how discouragin'

No one really hears



One of these days you'll be sorry

Too many houses on the stilt

Three million years or just a story

Four on the floor up to the hilt



Out of rhyme or reason

Everyone's to blame

Children of the season

Don't be lame



Sorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorry

Man has known

And now he's blown it

Upside-down and hell's the only sound

We did an awful job

And now they say it's nobody's fault



Eyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill at ease

Everything is on fire

Shit piled up in debris



California showtime

Five o'clock's the news

Everybody's concubine

Was prone to take a snooze



Sorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorry

Man has known

And now he's blown it

Upside-down and hell's the only sound

We did an awful job

And now they say it's nobody's fault