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

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

I'm sorry for the
The way I'm dressed
I I failed my test
Oh you know I'm sorry for my views
I been confused
And yet you that really I'm sorry for you

Well now I don't to offend, much
comprehend
When you're female and you're in and
phened to no end
And no zen guide to men will help you off the brethren
And the pen appears
And better the oxygen network
Or the or the spear or the fork
Or the pork-fed horde
It's a post
The whore you'll miss the most when away
When in Snowshoe PA
Doin' some from Backstage
That deals with and race and gays and
Relationships and
And then you're "hey yay what'd you say?
I can just sing my away?"
But you're fucked
you gotta make a buck
And the world sucks
And you're like a duck
lyin' dyin' tryin' to sell out
But there's no one buyin' and there's all this
And you can and dream and scream and shot
But life's affliction is the fiction of Faust

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

I'm for the time
The way I rhyme
I knew I chose a life of crime
I'm for my blues
I it's all old news
And yet you know that really I'm for you

I'm sorry I'm I'm sorry I'm sorry
I also this apology
This ideology of
In of the liberal theology that's leading us to hari-kari
It's a mythology, almost
a malingering ghost
As we slowly
Writing in the of the polls
Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to
At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at
"Oh phone home
The people have spoken!"
Now is certain?
Maybe those Midwestern folks were just jokin'
In any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and
Come on you dobbins
Sayin' sorry is my
So to
I'm a little of a
So difficult for me to have to allude
To all this crude verbal baggage
But I manage I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest
And try to control my fits with pride
Won't get my hair
But oh the of lyin' all the time
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 I flip my lid my crib
And get myself out of bind
You can hear what's on my lips but you know
in my mind

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

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