I took the car keys   and drove off into the night   Headed out for Vacaville   and cut back on 505   Pushed the Fury III   as fast as that bitch could fly   Bob Dylan's on AM radio   keeping me alive   It wasn't my fault   the television is broken   it wasn't my fault   cosmopolitan has spoken   I dyed my hair black   but I know it's only pretend   I'm not that stupid   yeah I rode it out until the end   It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault   No it wasn't no it wasn't   It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault   Back in college   I used to write songs in my classes   I'd sit way in the back   and wear my Ray Ban glasses   Little itty bitty stories   about pain and misery and misfortune   I need some good material   for our next album   I liked Madonna   back when she was singing Borderline   I'd like to think that if she knew me   she would be a friend of mine   I saw an interview with Tom   and he looked so weak and thin   Like Vincent Van Gough   before he went and cut off his ear   It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault   I just want my albums back   I never really loved you   I just want my albums back   I never really loved you   I just needed some lyrics to a song   I washed the car   but the soap's still on my hands   I can't believe his girlfriend   still smokes the same brand   She used to tell me she could die   for a piece of gum to chew   Like a bird on a telephone wire   I'm still talking to you