Текст: Kisschasy. Hymns For The Nonbeliever. My Bible Is A Scrapbook.

We're rejected, neglected little busy bees
We don't smell right like ageing little bags of meat
I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this taste
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to wash it away

[Chorus:]
Honey why can't you tell
I don't want you around?
Honey why can't you tell?
Leave me out
[x2]

We are an army; we're looking for a place to fit in
We are angels committing all our pretty sins
I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this waste
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to shake it away

[Chorus x2]

We said oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

We are crawling, collecting little stones in our knees
We are a movement but we will never be a scene
I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this face
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to scrape it away

[Chorus x2]

Honey why can't you tell
I don't want you around?
Honey why can't you tell?
[x2]