Forgive me children, for I have sinned   I never asked you first   The way in which i wrote this song   The pen which scribed the verse   I never stopped to think of you   Each chord change, each refrain   Was done so with you not in mind   The farthest from my brain      [chorus]   Already gone and such a waste   Will you please put me in my place   It's not enough to just say the things you do   I hate music because of you      Being the connoisseur you are   With all you listen to   You know exactly what we've done wrong   And what we need to do   Come to you before each note is ever written down   Find out exactly what you want   Before we make a sound      [chorus]   Already gone and such a waste   Will you please put me in my place   It's not enough to just say the things you do   I hate music because of you      But I, in my arrogance, have gone my separate way   Music is dead and so are we   And soon will come the day   When every single stupid song and everything online   Will turn to dust, the moth, the rust, decay and wasted time      If I am honest, there's part of me that hopes it makes you sick   I hope you can not stand to hear it or bear the thought of it   I hope tomorrow you'll curse our name   You'll drill it in the dirt   I hope you'll not come back to us   I hope it always hurts   But at your feet I admit defeat   My work is now in your hands   If they want to hear stupid music so very bad   They can start themselves a band      [chorus]   Already gone and such a waste   Will you please put me in my place   It's not enough to just say the things you do   I hate music because of you