Lush Rimbaugh

[Verse 1]

God, send the meteor 'cause I've had enough of this

And I'd like to see some good ole fashioned wrathful testament

Why, why is it so hard to try, try to be open to

Eyes, eyes that are not yours

In shoes you’ve never walked in?

When I heard you were dying I have to admit

That I felt a bit of sympathy

But then you open your mouth and confirmed to me

That you’re a piece of shit and I’m glad you’re suffering, you fuck

[Chorus]

I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry

I'm not sorry anymore

There’s a spеcial place in hell for you

Therе’s a special place in hell for you

I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door

[Verse 2]

When I was young I used to hate myself

Because bigots like you were given pedestals

You proselytize in the name of religion

But it’s all for show, you’re gonna be locked out of heaven

There is no repenting, there is no coming back

You’re going to hell with a mark on your back

Where you’ll fry like a saint but unlike Joan of Arc

You’re not worth the piss to put out the spark

[Chorus]

I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry

I'm not sorry anymore

There’s a special place in hell for you

There’s a special place in hell for you

I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door

[Bridge]

You spend your whole life trying to make others feel bad for things they can’t control

And now you’re dying, clinging on to all the things you tell yourself but you know in your soul

You will be forgotten

And you will be forgotten like the snow and the ice

While basking in a warm summer sun

[Chorus]

I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry

I'm not sorry anymore

There’s a special place in hell for you

There’s a special place in hell for you

I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door