Blame it on the Masons   Blame it on the rich   Blame it on the oil wells   Blame it on the sick      Blame it on the meetings   in the fancy hotel rooms   Blame it on everybody else,   but never keep the blame for you      They say we're all like butterflies,   flapping in the wind   Affecting all that's around us   with the slightest bit of grin      So why put the blame on all of them,   why not keep it for you and me?   After all, we've put our work in   It's about time we get to be   Masters of Destruction      Blame it on the taxes   Blame it on the heat   Blame it on the construction   of the never ending street      Blame it on the jet plane;   the flying war machine   Blame it on the pundits   yapping on your TV screen      They say we're all like butterflies,   flapping in the wind   Affecting all that's around us   with the slightest bit of grin      So why put the blame on all of them,   why not keep it for you and me?   After all, we've put our work in   It's about time we get to be   Masters of Destruction      Pass that bucket, round and round   Keep drawing names til we all fall down   It's the bucket of blame   The bucket of blame      As long as there's names, there's blame to be found   Gather round, we're going to paint the town   With the bucket of blame   The bucket of blame      Blame it on the elephants   and their finely-funded wits   Blame it on the donkeys   and their nasty hind leg kicks      Blame it on the whiskey   resting up on that top shelf   Blame it on the blamers   who keep the blame for themselves      They say we're all like butterflies,   flapping in the wind   Affecting all that's around us   with the slightest bit of grin      So why put the blame on all of them,   why not keep it for you and me?   After all, we've put our work in   It's about time we get to be   Masters of Destruction