Hollywood Undead - Apologize lyrics

We don't apologize
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even if
We sound like shit don't try to criticize
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized
Role models for all the kids

You heard us before
But that was just a little sample
We're back for more
Here to set the worst example
Chop it up, white stuff, let's begin
Big wolves lining up and snorting little pigs
Still drunk and we're doing it again
With a huff and a puff
I'll blow and burn down your shit
Murdered out, pitch black grin
Still white skin you know I'm hard to kill
For real I'm moving in
I'm putting twenty-two down while
I'm puking up blood
You know I'm here to stay or, fuck
I'm gonna die young
Now my posse's getting big and
My posse's getting bigger
It's one eighty-eight minus one
You know the figure

We don't apologize
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even if
We sound like shit don't try to criticize
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized role models
For all the kids

It's easy to be drunk when
It's hard to be sober
I'mma steal your leased Rover
And pull police over
I'm a mean smoker who reeks of weed odor
Certified street soldier
Devil on your teen's shoulder
Don't invite Scene over
He pees at sleepovers
He asks your sister out just so
He can cheat on her
What a creep loner, shit
I couldn't sink lower
You just got a mean boner
From a Charlie Scene poster
If I'm popping a wheelie
It's 'cause I'm jacking your bike
Got my middle finger raised as
I'm running red lights
I'm known to punch 'em in the dick
At the end of a fight
And I'll never say I'm sorry at
The end of the night

We don't apologize
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even if
We sound like shit don't try to criticize
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized
Role models for all the kids

So many dollars stuffed in my wallet
Chain so bling, yeah
You know that I'm a baller
We can take the blame 'cause
Your parents don't wanna
They roll their blunts with your marijuana
How can I run when the pigs got a chopper?
I got a gun, but they got a lotta
Shooting at the sky with
A motherfucking sawed-off
God bless a Catholic, forgive me Father
Now, what's a man to do
When another holds a Bible?
Vatican suing me, holding me liable
Confessions of a kid and
They call 'em suicidal
Temptations of a sinner but we
Call him a child how can you blame 'em?
A playground of dealing
The mother's still buying
The father's still preaching
Now it's up to me 'cause
No one's gonna teach 'em
Now nobody, nobody needs 'em

We don't apologize
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even if
We sound like shit don't try to criticize
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized
Role models for all the kids