Blame It

Who's To blame for the mud that's on the floor?
Take the heat for what's tracked through the door
I need someone to blame it on,
put the blame or someone other than me
All the mud that's on the floor is yours,
the mud did not come from me

Chorus: Don't know why you think it's that bad (It's not me) To tell you the truth, I think it's our dad
There's hardly any mud there on the floor.

But it's not just mud that you tracked through the door
You brought along some sh** and so much more
Before you take a step closer, take one step back,
Right outside the door wipe your feet on the door mat.