Drugstore Black Star Lyrics

Black Star Lyrics

I get home from work 

You're still standing in your dresssing gown 

What am I to do?

And I know all the things around your head 

And
what they do to you

What are we coming to? 

What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star 

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it
on the satellite 

That brings me home

I get on the train and I just
stand about 

Now that I don't think of you

I keep falling over I
keep passing out 

when I see a face like you

What are we coming to?


What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star 

Blame it on
the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite 

That brings me home 

I... 

I blame it on...