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 apple's 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 audience I see all the old deceivers and 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 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 audience I see all the old deceivers 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\"
And I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers we all just sing their song