It’s My Fault for Being Famous The White Stripes

[Verse 1]
She stuck a cellphone camera right into my face
With a flick of my wrist, I filled her nose with mace
The cops want to know what was wrong with me
Didn't give me a chance to explain it, see?

[Chorus]
It ain't her fault for being careless
It ain't her fault for being brainless
It ain't her fault for being hopeless
But it's my fault for being famous

[Verse 2]
I'm at the LAX, just checking my bag
When up comes a little paparazzi scumbag
I took a laptop, slapped him upside his head
The cops want to know why I left him for dead

[Chorus]
It ain't his fault for being nameless
It ain't his fault for being thoughtless
It ain't his fault for being shameless
But it's my fault for being famous

[Verse 3]
I had a sweet old lady walk up to me
Wanted to get a photograph for her grandson to see
And as the digital camera lit up the place
She unloaded a chrome .45 in my face