Ode to the Apostate Songtext
von Human Resources

Behold the apostate, onto something new
You might not think it
But she knows her own mind better than you
She′s thought it over, worked out the kinks
Quite the expert in how her own mind thinks
All of that conflict, all of that pain
It's not me I′ve always been the same
Too poor to see hope, or too rich to care
Too apathetic to wallow in despair

There goes the apostate, new pastures ahead
Her journey's marked out in an old A-Z
She seeks the real world, whatever that means
She's read all about it in cheap magazines
All of that promise, all of those dreams
That′s not me I′m not one for extremes
I never have been and I never will
When it pays so well to be the middle ground's shill


She′s leaving it all behind
Her parents her friends and her favourite teacher
She jumps a megabus down to Bristol
Seeking out a new sphere of influence
She finds herself among skinny boys in knitwear
Who talk in non-rhotic accents about FDR's New Deal
Doesn′t it sound grand

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Scathing and unkind, to
My own self resigned, still
I recognise the importance of a changing mind, but
I am the patron saint, of
Repeating my mistakes
If I could stop I would and say 'three cheers to the apostate′