Today I
I woke in your cellar and
I read your bible backwards and
I'm not sorry.
I threw rocks and
I cursed your name and
I followed you home and again,
I'm just not sorry.
I sang the Cold War requiem
And it went Hate Hate Hate and
Hate hate hate.
I'm still not sorry.
And I made it rain,
I spit upon the dust,
I burned you down and
I never said I'm sorry.
I'm not.
And the TV knows my name.
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