I am incapable of regret I still want what I tried to get I've been a warmonger for so long I try to admit I'm wrong, but yet I am incapable of regret I am incapable of restraint I have never been called a saint I've been a harbinger of a hell I did my best to tell you of When I feel hatred, it's rather like love If you take your hands off the bicycle seat You're unable to ride the bike You ask yourself, "Is she serious?" I say, "Yeah, you bet your life." My loathing obscures my pain, my arrogance and disdain From one man, life and living souls These are the feelings I choose to expose I spend a lot of? find someone to fight them with all Though I don't have time to, I've got a mind to Teach you what love really is, oh When you have? under the gun, sir, then you can criticize But until then, I'll say it again, you can't see a soul behind my eyes I am incapable of regret I still want what I tried to get I court no popularity Nor do I receive any I am incapable of regret