Don't blame your daughter
That's just sentimental
And don't blame your mum
For all that you've done wrong
Your daddy's is not guilty
You came out a little faulty
And the factory closed
So you can't hold them liable
You come from an island
You're cutting diamonds
With a rubber knife

Your autograph's is worthless
So don't send me letters
And don't mail me cash
'Cause your money is no good
What's left in your mattress
Is holes and lack of love left
Some hair from a horse
And none of it is yours, man
You come from an island
You're cutting diamonds
With a rubbery knife

And the song you sing today
Wasn't always in your head
The words you try to say
Are the ones you should've said
They're glistening like diamonds
Go out and find them
But don't blame your daughter

Read me your tombstone
Tell me you're sorry
Fax me your will
You owe me something still
Blood is like water
The bath that you poured me
Has drained and is gone
Don't blame it on your son

And the song you sing today
Wasn't always in your head
The words you try to say
Are the ones you should've said
They're glistening like diamonds
Go out and find them, boy!

The world is full of diamonds
Go out and find them
But don't blame your daughter

Writer : PETER SVENSSON, NINA PERSSON, NATHAN LARSON
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC