Incubus - Pardon Me
A decade ago I never thought I would be, at twenty
three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory; an
ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear.
I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's
mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me.... I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I
saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate, " 'cause lately I've been
thinking of combustation as a welcomed vacation
from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocricy, and the perils of being in 3-
D... and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world, and it's people's
mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
