whoa there's something in this world and we all know it so well some call it reality and some call it hell it's in the factories, it's in all the broken homes it's on all the empty plates, it's wherever i may go
where are the ones to blame? where are the ones to blame? if noone's there to point it out, it'll all just stay the same well you and me and the man make three, where are the ones to blame?
whoa there's something in this world and it's right outside my door i can't relax cause it attacks my inner core my heart is bleeding when i see them play the game i can see the victims but where are the ones to blame?
where are the ones to blame? where are the ones to blame? if noone's there to point it out, it'll all just stay the same well you and me and the man make three, where are the ones to blame?