Nellie McKay Sari (Demo) Lyrics

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
Being fudged by a face I can't erase and can't see
'Cause I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
Or something stupid like that
But Jesus, is that so bad
To make my ego go splat like a tire going flat
Or fat on a Big Mac
I'm being attacked, t__ for tat
You f___in' 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
Aie, aie, aie, and I die fadin' straight away
Aie, aie, aie, 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 must have 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 w____ you'll miss the most when you're away
When you're in Snowshoe, PA
Doing 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 f___ed
'Cause you gotta make a buck
And the whole world sucks
And you're like a lame duck
That's lyin', dyin', trying to sell out
But there's no one buying and there's all this doubt
And you can preen and dream and scream and shout
But your life's affliction's 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
Aie, aie, aie, and I die fading straight away
Aie, aie, aie, 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 should have chose a life of crime
I'm sorry for my blues
I guess 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 idealogy 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
Crying 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 joking
In any case there's no use in doping, choking, moping, and sobbing
Come on you disheartining dobbins
Saying 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 lying all the time
I don't wanna say, "die m_________er"
But I wouldn't mind if you did
Janet Reno has no ego when devoured by 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 don't know how to schmooze
And yet you know that really I'm
Sorry for you
Sorry for you
Sorry for you