My apologies if what i am saying's litigious
My apologies if what i am say offends
But i feel we've become a generation of whingers
And i'm sure it'll only bring us down in the end

When things don't go your way
I see you lookin round trying to find somebody to blame

But your fingerpointing ain't taking you places
And that smoking is bad for your health
So who's to blame when you trip your own laces?
Maybe you should blame yourself

Should we all just march it back to the schoolyard?
Try finding the child who threw the first stone?
Ring-ring the money train is at the station
Ka-ching-ching the sweet smell of compensation
I pity men who try to make it alone

When things don't go your way
I see you lookin round trying to find somebody to blame

But your fingerpointing ain't taking you places
And that smoking is bad for your health
So who's to blame when you trip your own laces?
Maybe you should blame yourself

I take the system for a ride
It's easy if you swallow your pride
If you can see a lie through to the end
I've got a bone here in my leg
That's what my doctor said
It'll never be the same again

No, no, no