The swan sang with a broken neck
out by the pool,behind the fence
You can't forgive me when
You know if I had the gun I'd
choose to shoot again
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
even when you know I'm not
In the holy land of broken homes
you still pretend you don't know
that I took it out back and I
snapped its neck just like
a wishbone and let it die
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
even when you know I'm not