Well you’re calling to me, but I can’t hear you
Cause my ears are angry and they’re full of sinew
And we used to be closer, but now I’m pulling away
I’ve got no apologies
And you’re writing about me, but I can’t hear it
And there’s something left open and I’m dying to seal it
And if it don’t stop itching well, I’m gonna scratch it till it bleeds
I’ve got no apologies
But like it or not, it’s not like that any more
Cause pre-fab and new wave have replaced the boys next door
With the people we were playing for
You didn’t die, but you’re in hibernation
And your den of choice well that’s the classic rock station
See you’re living in a heyday when you held the nation at bay
You have no apologies
You’re no longer ground breaking you’re just mildly amusing
And you shock me to grab me but in the long run you’re loosing
When you’re shock wears off, the money’s gonna fall away
I’ve got no apologies
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So wake up, wake up, wake up little Suzzie
I’m no longer angry I’m just lonely and moody
But there was a time and a place, where that was more than I could ever need
I have no apologies.
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