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
and 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
and we all just sing their song.

You're just a copy of an imitation.

(The president is dead, let us pray.)