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
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

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

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

The president is dead, let us pray