The lyrics above are from an early live version of the song, played 3 months before the album came out. The final version is as follows on the LP (Mutations):
Treated you like a rusty blade, a throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang who 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?
It's 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
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
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 the 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 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
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
The lyrics above are from an early live version of the song, played 3 months before the album came out. The final version is as follows on the LP (Mutations):
Treated you like a rusty blade, a throwaway from an open grave Cut you loose from a chain gang who 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? It's 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 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
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 the 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 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 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