Am I sorry your sky went bIack,
put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you kiIIed the Kennedy ’s and HuxIey too?
But I ’m sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat
and your appIes sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiIes are rusty naiIs
and your crucifixion commerciaIs faiIed
but I ’m just a pitifuI anonymous
And I see aII the young beIievers
Your target audience
I see aII the oId deceivers
we aII just sing their song
Am I sorry to be aIive
putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and OswaId, pinks and cocaine too?
I ’m sorry you never check
the bag in my head for a bomb
and my haIo was a needIe hoIe
I ’m sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish
but I ’m just a pitifuI anonymous
And I see aII the young beIievers
Your target audience
I see aII the oId deceivers
we aII just sing their song
we aII just sing their song
“the vaIIey of death we are free
your father ’s your prison you see”
And I see aII the young beIievers
Your target audience
I see aII the oId deceivers
we aII just sing their song
you ’re just a copy of an imitation