Apologies Make Lousy Parachutes

Lemon peels can flavor nasty water
But that doesn’t do away with the disease
And the church-going people
So good beneath the steeple
So sorry for their deeds

You’re not responsible for the demons in your head
Get on your knees, put up your hands… and say:

I’m sorry for my mind
I’m sorry for my mind
I’m so sorry for killing you
But apologies make lousy parachutes

You can take a pill to fix your problems
A band-aid for a slice of misery
And the drug-fucking nation
So high in our elation
So sorry for our deeds

You’re not responsible for the demons in your head
Get on your knees, throw up those hands… and scream:

I’m sorry for my mind
I’m sorry for my mind
I’m so sorry for killing you
But apologies make lousy parachutes

A penny buys an ear to hear your problems
But the cure is gonna cost a million more
And the God-fucking liars
Throw faith under the tires
Now settle up the score

You’re not responsible for the demons in your head
Get on your knees, now say it again

I’m sorry for my mind
I’m sorry for my mind
I’m so sorry for fucking you
But apologies make lousy parachutes