Sari - Explicit Album Version

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