feel like I shouldn't apologize so much
That it's jive it's a crutch
I just used when I'm judged
Bein' fudged by a face I can't
'Cause I misplaced a dossier
Or somethin' stu pid like that
You can just apologize back
But I don't know when it comes and it goes
All the highs and the lows
In this motionless psychosis
Ieeieei and I cry every waking day
I don't know what else to say
don't mean to offend, much
And no zen guide to men will help
you fend off the brethren
And better than the oxygen network
Or the sword or the spear or the fork
Or the bored pork- fed horde
The whore you'll miss the most
When you're in Snowshoe PA
Doin' some play from Backstage
And then you're like "hey yay
I can just sing my troubles
'Cause you gotta make a buck
And the whole world sucks
And you're like a lame duck
That's lyin' dyin' tryin'
But there's no one buyin' and
And you can preen and dream and
But your life's affliction is the fiction of Faust
I also mirror this apology
In part of the liberal theology that's
It's like a mythology, almost
Writing in the grave of the polls
Cryin' for Sen ator Wellstone and then proceed
At our own supposed sabotage
Maybe those nice Midwestern
In any case there's no use in dopin'
chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
Come on you dis heartenin'
Sayin' sorry is my problem
So it's difficult for me to have to allude
To all this rude crude verbal
'cause I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest hits
And try to control my hissy fits with pride
But oh the onus of lyin' all the time
I don't want to say, "diiiie
Sometimes even the nice girl's
ego has to override the id
And so before I flip my lid my crib
And get myself out of this bind
You can hear what's on my