Target Audiance

Am I'm sorry the sky went black

Put your knives in baby's backs

Am I sorry you killed the Kenneydys

And Huxley too

But I sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat

And your apple sticking into my throat

Sorry you son just smiles rusty nails

And your cruci-fiction commercials failed

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 this song

Am I sorry to just be alive

Put my face in the bee hive

Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald

Kings(?) and cocaine too

Sorry I 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 this song

I see all the young believers

Your target audience

I see all the old deceivers

We all just sing this song

We all just sing this song

We all just sing this song

Valley of death, we are free

Your fathers your prison(?) you see

Valley of death, we are free

Your fathers your prison(?) you see

I see all the young believers

Your target audience

I see all the old deceivers

We all just sing this song

You're just a copy of an imitation

You're just a copy of an imitation

The president is dead, let us pray