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Sometimes I feel I shouldn't apologize so much
That jive it's a crutch
I just used I'm judged
Bein' fudged by a face I can't erase and see
I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
Or somethin' stupid like
But is that so bad
To make my ego go
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 when it comes and it goes
All the highs and the
In this psychosis
Iee ieei and I die straight away
Iee ieei and I cry waking day
I know what else to say

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

now I don't mean to offend, much
Just
When you're and you're fenced in and
phened to no end
And no zen guide to men help you fend off the brethren
And the pen appears
And better than the network
Or the or the spear or the fork
Or the bored pork-fed
a mooring post
The whore you'll the most when you're away
When you're in PA
Doin' some from Backstage
That deals with AIDS and race and 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 a buck
And the whole sucks
And like a lame duck
lyin' dyin' tryin' to sell out
But no one buyin' and there's all this doubt
And you can preen and dream and scream and
But your 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 ieei and I die straight away
Iee ieei and I cry waking day
I know what else to say

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

I'm sorry I'm I'm sorry I'm sorry
I also mirror this
ideology of sorry
In part of the liberal theology that's leading us to
It's a mythology, almost
a malingering ghost
As we decompose
in the grave of the polls
Cryin' for Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at
"Oh somebody home
The people have spoken!"
Now is that
those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin'
In any case 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 for me to have to allude
To all this rude crude verbal
But I manage 'cause I'm a inside
I may to Enya's greatest hits
And try to control my hissy fits 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
even the nice girl's ego has to override the id
And so before I flip my lid my
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 failed my
Oh don't you know I'm for my views
I musta confused
And yet you know that really I'm for you

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