Written: 1997 Released: 2002 on 'The Ballad Of Ruben Garcia'
I'm sorry for all the girls I've made cry I'm sorry there weren't just one or
two more I'm sorry that now I'm going to die Without ever knowing what it
was for Forgive me you priests forgive me my sins Forgive me for laughing
and taking the piss But if you can't forgive all of these things Forgive
me just one, forgive me for this
I have no regrets Not the arrows of
love Nor the splinters of trying Nor the cabers of defeat Well I've
done what I can And I'll sing and I'll sing I was too thin for a
thief But too scarred to be trusted So what else could I do But sing
all day through And now this glorious day Takes the light and the colours
away Prop me up on this bed where I lay And let me have one last chance to
say
Fuck you Reverend Bishop Fuck you all to hell Fuck you and the lies that
you tell Fuck you all my ex-lovers The good the bad and the others Fuck
you so long and farewell Ah but come when they bury me And please no
hypocrisy Don't let my death change your point of view Say prayers at my
death But under your breath Say fuck you Philip Jeays Fuck
you
I'm sorry for all the hopes that I've lost Through laziness or
impatience or hate I'm sorry if sorry isn't enough I'm sorry if sorry has
come too late Forgive me this smile this grimace this grin Forgive me this
arse your money can kiss Forgive me the dreams that wouldn't give in But
most of all forgive me for this
I have no regrets I've ordered the
waves Away from the beaches And watched my feet grow wet And laughed
all the more And I'll sing and I'll sing
All the songs I have
left Until I stop singing And the dirt beneath my nails Can scratch out
no more And now this glorious day Takes the light and the colours
away Prop me up on this bed where I lay And let me have one last chance to
say
Fuck you Holy Sister Oh yes I'm nothing if not fair So fuck you too just
as deep and as far Fuck you all you who heckled me From here to
eternity Fuck you go buy your own guitar Ah but come when they bury
me And please no hypocrisy Don't let my death change your point of
view Stand right at the front Call the vicar a cunt And say fuck
you You were shit Philip Jeays Fuck you
But now leave me
alone Let me go on my own As that voice calls me in strong and true And
let me shout back Through the cold and the black Fuck you Death Fuck
you