Sorry mother... mother fucker
Hold on, too late, yeah that's your last excuse
I just got back from war with the buzzard queen
She told me everything, everything's in writing
Chorus:
I see you in her bed
And everything is the same
And you can scream these pleas
But it won't silence the shame
How could you say those words
When you have told her the same
It was over before
And you were always to blame
So sorry ugly, foolish, buzzard queen
You tried, you failed, yeah I know you're past your prime
I just back from war with the lecher man
He told me everything, everything's in memory
Sorry hopeless, children, there inside those minds
Go home, to bed, where you'll hide your misery
I just got back from a war with everything inside
I know everything, everything's in front of me
I see you both in that bed
And everything is the same
And you can write your notes
But it won't silence the shame
How could you say those words
When you don't know what they mean
And when I walk out that door
I won't remember your names
