Who Ya Gonna Blame?

A man: shot-down, deserted—
Didn't even know his name.
The word's a-gonna get out soon:
Better find someone to blame.

The air is thick with questions,
The papers are in flames,
The target's burning for your back:
Better find someone to blame.

Your house o' cards is shakin' now
As earthquakes wake and war drums pound.
The graveyard's achin': dead men shout,
"There's evil in this place!"

Baptized in blood, your hollow crown
Cracks open on this broken ground.
Your tongue is tied, your hands are bound
To kill or die in shame.

The righteous are a-restless
To hang evil in God's name.
There be devils in this town:
Better find someone to blame.

Gunpowder shouts are whirlin' near,
The sand, it burns with haste.
Their vulture's closin' in on you:
Better find someone to blame.

Your house o' cards is shakin' now
As earthquakes wake and war drums pound.
The graveyard's achin': dead men shout,
"There's evil in this place!"

Baptized in blood, your hollow crown
Cracks open on this broken ground.
Your tongue is tied, your hands are bound
To kill or die in shame.

The smoke o' fear is chokin',
Desperation suffocates.
Executioner's starvin' for your neck:
Better find someone to blame.

Their search-lights aren't aimed for truth,
They're just lookin' for a name—
You cry, "I know who did it!"
Now, who ya gonna blame?

Your house o' cards is shakin' now
As earthquakes wake and war drums pound.
The graveyard's achin': dead men shout,
"There's evil in this place!"

Baptized in blood, your hollow crown
Cracks open on this broken ground.
Your tongue is tied, your hands are bound
To kill or die in shame.

Your blood-stained hands point to condemn:
"It's him!" your lies exclaim.
Poor stranger thrown in hatred's wake.
Well, you found someone to blame.

His cries drowned out in riot's flood
Can't wash away your shame.
Your rope is tied around his neck:
The man you chose to blame.

Your house o' cards is shakin' now
As earthquakes wake and war drums pound.
The graveyard's achin': dead men shout,
"There's evil in this place!"

Baptized in blood, your hollow crown
Cracks open on this broken ground.
Your tongue is tied, your hands are bound
To kill or die in shame.

A man: cut-down, deserted—
Didn't even know his name.
You didn't mean to do it,
But you did it all the same.

You didn't mean to do it,
But you did it all the same...