Sometimes I 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 erase and can't see   'Cause 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   I'm bein' attacked   Tit for tat   You fuckin' bureaucrats   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   Iee ieei and I die fadin' straight away   Iee ieei and I cry every waking day   I don't know what else to say      I'm sorry for the mess   The stupid way I'm dressed   I guess I failed my test   Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my views   I musta been confused   And yet you know that really I'm sorry for you      Well now I don't mean to offend, much   Just comprehend   When you're female and you're 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   It's a mooring post   The whore you'll miss the most when you're away   When you're in Snowshoe PA   Doin' some play from Backstage   That deals with AIDS and race and gays and   Relationships and ballet   And then you're like "hey yay what'd you say?   I can just sing my troubles away?"   But then you're fucked   'Cause you gotta make a buck   And the whole world sucks   And you're like a lame duck   That's lyin' dyin' tryin' to sell out   But there's no one buyin' and there's all this doubt   And you can preen and dream and scream and shot   But your life's affliction is the fiction of Faust      But I don't know when it comes and it goes   All the highs and the lows   In this motionless psychosis   Iee ieei and I die fadin' straight away   Iee ieei and I cry every waking day   I don't know what else to say      I'm sorry for the time   The stupid way I rhyme   I knew I shoulda chose a life of crime   I'm sorry for my blues   I know it's all old news   And yet you know that really I'm sorry for you      I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry   I also mirror this apology   This ideology of sorry   In part of the liberal theology that's leading us to hari-kari   It's like a mythology, almost   Like a malingering ghost   As we slowly decompose   Writing in the grave of the polls   Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan   At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home   "Oh somebody phone home   The American people have spoken!"   Now is that certain?   Maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin'   In any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'   Come on you disheartenin' dobbins   Sayin' sorry is my problem   So to conclude   I'm a little of a prude   So it's difficult for me to have to allude   To all this rude crude verbal baggage   But I manage 'cause I'm a savage inside   I may listen to Enya's greatest hits   And try to control my hissy fits with pride   Won't get my hair dyed   But oh the onus of lyin' all the time   I don't wanna say, "die motherfucker!"   But I wouldn't mind if you did   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 lips but you don't know   What's in my mind      I'm sorry for the mess   The stupid way I'm dressed   I guess I failed my test   Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my views   I musta been confused   And yet you know that really I'm sorry for you      I'm sorry for you I'm sorry for you   I'm sorry   Waah