HW '2000 - Target Audience | Текст песни

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Am I sorry,
Your sky went black,
Put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry,
You killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare
Was your scapegoat
And your apples
Sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles
Are rusty nails
And your crucifixion
Commercials failed
But I'm just a pitiful anonymous...

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Am I sorry just to be alive
Putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald,
Pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check
The bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful anonymous...

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song

The valley of death we are free
Your father's your prison you see
The valley of death we are free
Your father's your prison you see

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now

You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation

President is dead
Let us pray.

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