[S. Tyler, B. Whitford] [Aerosmith Cover] Lord I must be dreamin' What else could this be Everybody's screamin' Runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin' Birds take to the sky The prophets are all stinkin' drunk I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason Everyone's to blame Children of the season Don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known And now he's blown it Upside-down and hell's the only sound We did an awful job And now they say it's nobody's fault Old St. Andres Seven years ago Shove it up their richters Redlines come and go Noblemen of courage Listen with their ears Spoke but how discouragin' No one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry Too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story Four on the floor up to the hilt Out of rhyme or reason Everyone's to blame Children of the season Don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known And now he's blown it Upside-down and hell's the only sound We did an awful job And now they say it's nobody's fault Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up in debris California showtime Five o'clock's the news Everybody's concubine Was prone to take a snooze Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known And now he's blown it Upside-down and hell's the only sound We did an awful job And now they say it's nobody's fault