My Bible Is a Scrapbook

We're rejected, neglected little busy bees We don't smell right, like aging little bags of meat I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this taste But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to wash it away Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out We are an army; we're looking for a place to fit in We are angels committing all our pretty sins I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this waste But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to shake it away Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out We said oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh We are crawling, collecting little stones in our knees We are a movement but we will never be a scene I-I-I-I-I-I don't like this face But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to scrape it away Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell? Honey why can't you tell I don't want you around? Honey why can't you tell?