Lletres: Cheap Sex. Written In Blood. Excuses.

I heard all your lies and I heard your excuses
Protecting your ass has led to our abuses
You are blaming everyone except for yourself
Now the final days are coming and
we're gonna see you in hell!

[Chorus:]
Excuses - you keep giving me your excuses
Excuses - more and more excuses
Excuses - you keep giving me your excuses
Excuses - more and more excuses

Thousands lying dead in our own country
While you sat on vacation and ignored the needy
You were given a warning about a coming disaster
But you sat on your ass man
when you know you should act faster.