While you're defending yourself
  Maybe you'd like to explain
  Are you a king for a day
  Is it some ancient campaign
  Warpaint your flag on your face
  Gather the troops on the line
  You never made a mistake
  There at the scene of the crime.
  
  Chorus
  
  Blood on your hands
  Blood on your feet
  Down in the pouring rain
  What do you care
  Out on the street
  We're gonna drive you insane
  Nobody else to blame for all that.
  
  Where are the angry young men
  Where are the fighters or yore
  Looking for trouble again
  Looking to settle a score.
  
  Why do you re-incarnate
  Why will you always be here
  Pour out a nation of hate
  Pour out an ocean of tears.
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Nobody questions the power elite
  Who's gonna take up the strain
  Nobody else to blame!