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