[Verse 1]
Pray tell sweet rosemary,
Are the times what they're supposed to be?
Is leadership the same as treachery?
Will knighthood silence anarchy?
[Chorus]
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny
seems to be the ever
Clear and present
danger.
[Verse 2]
Headlines that fail to trace.
Land mines in a dossier.
Young, naive I may be.
Vietnam don't look that different to me.
Oh no.
And now
[Chorus]
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny
seems to be the ever clear and present danger.
[Chorus]
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny
seems to be the ever clear and present danger.