[Intro: camera shutters, one mic tap] Ahem Prepared statement [Hook: male lead, gang doubles the last line] To everybody that I hurt with a hit I'm sorry that it slaps, I'm sorry that you're pissed Sorry that the gate you guarded folded in your face Sincerely, kiss my ass, I'm deeply sorry for your taste [Verse 1: calm, reading off the page, camera clicks] I'd like to formally apologize to every gatekeeper Every self-appointed great teacher with a cheap speaker Every hall monitor patrollin' who's allowed to make noise Who decided what was music when he traded in his toys I regret to inform you that the velvet rope snapped You was leanin' on it heavy, that's the reason you collapsed I've been told that I have caused you some emotional distress When the hook hopped your fence and never signed the guest list So I'm sorry, really sorry, from the bottom of my chest For the caps lock and the vein doin' push-ups in your neck [Flow switch: clipped half-bars] Pause. Sip. Look up. Smile. Fold the page. Tap the mic. Been a while. [Hook: male lead, gang doubles the last line] To everybody that I hurt with a hit I'm sorry that it slaps, I'm sorry that you're pissed Sorry that the gate you guarded folded in your face Sincerely, kiss my ass, I'm deeply sorry for your taste [Verse 2: the paper's gone, voice sharpens] Here's the part the publicist begged me to cut You never hated how it sounds, you hate you can't shut The door on who gets in, who gets a seat at the table Who gets called an artist, who gets stuck with a label You said that ain't real music. Nah, it just ain't yours You the bouncer at a club with no line and no doors They said it to your granddaddy about the fuckin' drums Said it to your daddy when the amps made the elders numb Every era got a choir like you, same tired hymn Every era got outlived by the ones who let it in You preachin' "craft" with a mouth full of borrowed licks Landlord of a ghost town, collectin' rent from the bricks [Beat Switch: distorted guitars crash in, drums double, gang shouts] (Apologize!) I apologize for nothin' (Apologize!) Sorry that the speakers bumpin' (Say you're sorry!) Sorry that your rope got cut (Say you're sorry!) Sorry, baby, back it up [Verse 3: double-time, guitars wide] Took a victory lap around your rope in a robe and a grin Blew a kiss to every purist with his arms crossed, chin to the wind Y'all can keep the museum and the plaque and the frame I'll be out in the street where the strangers know the name Write a little letter, sign it with a frown I'ma hang it in the hallway right beside the crown Thank the panel for the nothin', tell the ushers take a bow Every gate you ever guarded is a turnstile now [Final Hook: guitars, gang on every line] To everybody that I hurt with a hit I'm sorry that it slaps, I'm sorry that you're pissed Sorry that the gate you guarded folded in your face Sincerely, kiss my ass, I'm deeply sorry for your taste [Outro: camera shutters, mic drops] No questions No refunds Next
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