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Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't so much
That it's it's a crutch
I just when I'm judged
Bein' by a face I can't erase and can't see
'Cause I misplaced a dossier or Python CD
Or somethin' stupid that
But is that so bad
To make my ego go
Like a tire goin'
Or fat on a big Mac
I'm attacked
Tit for tat
You bureaucrats
You can just apologize

But I don't know it comes and it goes
All the highs and the
In this motionless
Iee ieei and I die fadin' straight
Iee and I cry every waking day
I don't know else to say

I'm sorry for the
The way I'm dressed
I guess I my test
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my
I musta been
And yet you know that I'm sorry 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 guide to men will help you fend off the
And the pen appears
And better the oxygen network
Or the sword or the or the fork
Or the pork-fed horde
It's a mooring
The whore you'll miss the most when away
you're in Snowshoe PA
Doin' some from Backstage
That with AIDS and race and gays and
and ballet
And you're like "hey yay what'd you say?
I can sing my troubles away?"
But you're fucked
'Cause you gotta a buck
And the whole sucks
And you're like a duck
That's dyin' tryin' to sell out
But there's no one and there's all this doubt
And you can preen and dream and and shot
But your life's affliction is the of Faust

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

I'm for the time
The stupid way I
I knew I shoulda chose a life of
I'm sorry for my
I it's 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 mirror this apology
ideology of sorry
In part of the theology that's leading us to hari-kari
It's a mythology, almost
Like a malingering
As we decompose
Writing in the grave of the
Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to
At our own sabotage of the elections at home
"Oh somebody phone
The American people spoken!"
Now is certain?
Maybe those nice Midwestern folks just jokin'
In any case there's no use in dopin' mopin' and sobbin'
Come on you dobbins
Sayin' is my problem
So to
I'm a of a prude
So it's difficult for me to have to
To all this rude verbal baggage
But I manage I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest
And try to control my hissy fits with
Won't get my dyed
But oh the onus of lyin' all the
I don't say, "die motherfucker!"
But I mind if you did
Sometimes even the girl's ego has to override the id
And so before I my lid my crib
And get myself out of bind
You can what's on my lips but you don't know
in my mind

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

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