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