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.