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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 these rude desires; this lack of shame. Theme parks and hallmarks And sermons and pop songs. Impotent and innocent; 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 age To tell me the words. "It's not right. It's not right." Let's be honest, this bullshit doesn't make you high. It's time to fly. Don't you know how to fly? Don't you know how to fly? (Don't you know how to fly?) Don't you know how to fly? (fly) Fly.. fly. Fly.. fly. Formulas and divas And holiness and hollowness And empty campaigns just make me angry. Theme parks and hallmarks And sermons and pop songs. Impotent and innocent; Just make me angry. Don't you know how to fly? (Don't you know how to fly?) Don't you know how to fly? Fly.. fly. Fly.. fly. |