Текст песни
Pray tell sweet
rosemary,
are the times what
they're supposed to be?
Is leadership the same
as treachery?
Will knighthood silence
anarchy?
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny
seems to be the ever
clear and present
danger.
Headlines that fail
to trace.
Land mines in a dossier.
Young, naive I may be.
Vietnam don't look that
different to me.
Oh no.
And now, sorry for
the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny
seems to be the ever
clear and present
danger.
