Am I sorry your sky went black? | Put your knives in babies' backs | Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley, too?
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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?
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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 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 (Yeah!) I see all the young believers Your target audience 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? 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 I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers We all just sing their song 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" I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers We all just sing their song You're just a copy of an imitation You're just a copy of an imitation The president is dead, let us pray.
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