Sometimes I feel like I shouldnt apologize so much
that its jive its a crutch
I just used when Im judged
bein fudged by a face I cant erase and cant see
cuz I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
or somethin stupid like that
but jesus is that so bad
to make my ego go splat
like a tire goin flat
or fat on a big mac
Im bein attacked
tit for tat
you fuckin bureaucrats
you can just apologize back
(bridge)
But I dont know when it comes and it goes
all the highs and the lows
in this motionless psychosis
ieeieei and I die fadin straight away
ieeieei and I cry every waking day
I dont know what else to say
(chorus)
Im sorry for the mess
the stupid way Im dressed
I guess I failed my test
oh dont you know Im sorry for my views
I musta been confused
and yet you know that really Im sorry for you
Well now I dont mean to offend, much
just comprehend
when youre female and youre fenced in and
phen-phened to no end
and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren
and then the pen appears
and better than the oxygen network
or the sword or the spear or the fork
or the bored pork-fed horde
its a mooring post
the whore youll miss the most when youre away
when youre in Snowshoe PA
doin some play from Backstage
that deals with AIDS and race and gays and
relationships and ballet
and then youre like hey yay whatd you say?
I can just sing my troubles away?
but then youre fucked
cause you gotta make a buck
and the whole world sucks
and youre like a lame duck
thats lyin dyin tryin to sell out
but theres no one buyin and theres all this doubt
and you can preen and dream and screa
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