Treated you like a rusty blade
  a throwaway from an open grave
  cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
  and on the day you said it's true
  some love holds, some gets used
  tried to tell you i never knew
  it could be so sweet
  who could ever be so cruel,
  blame the devil for the things you do
  its such a selfish way to lose
  the way you lose these wasted Blues these
  wasted Blues
  tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own
  that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own
  
  when the moon is a counterfeit
  better find the one that fits
  better find the one that lights
  The way for you
  
  when the road is full of nails,
  garbage pails and darkened jails
  and their tongues are full of heartless tales
  that drain on you
  who would ever notice you
  you fade into a shaded room
  it's such a selfish lose
  the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
  
  tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own
  tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own
  
  tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own
  tell me that it's nobody's fault
  nobody's fault
  but my own...