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 audience
I see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song
Am I sorry 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 audience
I see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song
We all just sing their song
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, we all just sing their song
Valley of death, we are free, your father's your prison you see
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
Na na na na na now
Na na na na na now
Na na na na na now
Na na na na na now
You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation