I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch In The HouseWhose to Blame

oh dear soul
in the garbage is his gold
had a tattoo of jesus dug into his chest
and the good folk couldn't look past the color of his skin
or his smell, or the fear he struck in them
and it's hard
so goddamned hard

turn on the news man
he sure do talk alot
reports reality, be grateful for what you got
and another young man died in a sick bed
it's a shame and there ain't no fucking cure
tell me who's to blame
tell me, tell me
and i'll never ask again
won't you tell me who's to blame

and a baby died
mama suckin' on a pipe
go on now tell me about your peace, love and hippie consciousness
and the world today's lost it's magic and it's strange
who's responsible for such a fucked up mess
did you guess

and tell me, tell me
won't you tell me who's to blame
tell me, tell me
and i'll never ask again
won't you tell me who's to blame

if I look to the sky
where will my pain go?
Throw it out the window
and not bother with that load
if I live my life with some human dignity
well the one to blame sure enough ain't gonna be me

and tell me, tell me
won't you tell me who's to blame
tell me, tell me
and i'll never ask again
won't you tell me who's to blame
is it love we're lookin for, lookin for my friend?