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Track 10 of _Clutching At Straws_ ---

I was flicking through the channels on the tv
on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the
blame

But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here
that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me
we're just sugar mice in the rain

I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords
where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
to the jukebox cying in the corner
while the waitress is counting out the time

For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really
left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me
we're just sugar mice in the rain

I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
daddy took a raincheck
Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on
me

Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone,
when I heard them asking questions that I knew that
that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the
government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the
looks on their faces saying what a jerk

So if you want my address it's number one at the end of
the bar
where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and
nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me
sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck,
your daddy took a raincheck

(Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK