I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty
and mean and cold
God told me to
it's all for you
For what it's worth
this is my bag of snow
Just let me show you
It's not brave to be unkind
I can't speak the truth
that is lacking in this
ornate corporate Christmas tree
the fire starts to seethe
I won't take the blame
for the rude desires
this lack of shame
Theme parks and hallmarks
and sermons and pop songs
and impotence and innocence
just make me angry
I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty
I'm sorry if I sit too high
We all gotta get by
I don't need another page
to tell me the words
It's not right
It's not right
Let's be honest
this bullsh*t doesn't make you high
It's time to fly
Don't you know how to fly?
Don't you know how to fly?
Formulas and divas
and holiness and hollowness
and empty campaigns
just make me angry
Theme parks and hallmarks
and sermons and pop songs
and impotence and innocence
just make me angry
Dont you know how to fly? (Dont you know how to fly?)
Fly, fly, fly...