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Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't so much
That it's it's a crutch
I just used I'm judged
Bein' fudged by a face I erase and can't see
I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
Or somethin' stupid that
But is that so bad
To make my ego go
a tire goin' flat
Or fat on a big Mac
I'm bein'
Tit for tat
You fuckin'
You can just back

But I don't when it comes and it goes
All the highs and the
In motionless psychosis
Iee ieei and I die straight away
Iee ieei and I cry every day
I don't know what to say

I'm for the mess
The way I'm dressed
I I failed my test
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my
I been confused
And yet you know that really I'm for you

Well now I mean to offend, much
comprehend
When you're and you're fenced in and
Phen to no end
And no zen to men will help you fend off the brethren
And then the pen
And than the oxygen network
Or the sword or the spear or the
Or the bored horde
a mooring post
The whore you'll miss the most you're away
When you're in PA
Doin' play from Backstage
deals with AIDS and race and gays and
Relationships and
And then you're like "hey yay you say?
I can sing my troubles away?"
But then you're
'Cause you gotta make a
And the whole world
And you're like a lame
That's lyin' tryin' to sell out
But there's no one buyin' and all this doubt
And you can preen and and scream and shot
But your life's affliction is the of Faust

But I don't know when it and it goes
All the and the lows
In this psychosis
Iee and I die fadin' straight away
Iee ieei and I cry every day
I don't what else to say

I'm sorry for the
The way I rhyme
I knew I shoulda chose a of crime
I'm for my blues
I know all old news
And yet you know that I'm sorry for you

I'm sorry I'm I'm sorry I'm sorry
I also mirror this
This of sorry
In part of the liberal theology that's leading us to
like a mythology, almost
Like a malingering
As we decompose
Writing in the grave of the
for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
At our own sabotage of the elections at home
"Oh phone home
The people have spoken!"
Now is certain?
Maybe nice Midwestern folks were just jokin'
In any there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
on you disheartenin' dobbins
Sayin' sorry is my
So to
I'm a of a prude
So it's difficult for me to to allude
To all this rude crude verbal
But I manage 'cause I'm a inside
I may listen to Enya's hits
And try to control my hissy fits with
Won't get my hair
But oh the onus of lyin' all the
I wanna say, "die motherfucker!"
But I mind if you did
Sometimes even the nice ego has to override the id
And so I flip my lid my crib
And get out of this bind
You can what's on my lips but you don't know
in my mind

I'm sorry for the
The way I'm dressed
I I failed my test
Oh don't you I'm sorry for my views
I musta confused
And yet you that really I'm sorry for you

I'm for you I'm sorry for you
I'm