Stokeswood - Bloody History lyrics

You can blame it all on me Can blame it You will never amount to much they say You’ve heard it your whole life You’ve been trying your best ’til your dying day But now your gripping the knife On the edge; Ain’t it grand Outrunning the reaper man Trapped like a rat with the wall at your back Holding until the timing is right In our pitiful plight You can blame it all on me Spring forth from the earth You were born from the dirt You’re a man of mud and misery And glad that you are; you’ve been sin from the start And you blame it on your bloody history Blame it on your bloody history Like the branches of this tree Blame it on me Breathless are the ones who Never shut their mouths With pumping bellows Innocent men recently condemned Being led to the gallows You can blame it all on me