Shut Up - Live at Madstock 1992

I tell you I didn't do it 'cause I wasn't there
Don't blame me, it just isn't fair
You listen to their side, now listen to mine
Can't think of a story, sure, you'll find me sometime

Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One, two, three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, TV set

It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I've got a wife and three kids you know
They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so
I'm as honest as the day is long
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong

Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One, two, three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, TV set

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One, two, three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One, two, three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window TV set

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One, two, three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson, Graham Mcpherson, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Michael Barson, Mark William Bedford, Daniel Mark Woodgate
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