Sari Lyrics - Get Away From Me - Nellie Mckay

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 

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 

I'm bein' attacked 

tit for tat 

you fuckin' bureaucrats 

you can just apologize back 

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(bridge) 

But I don't 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 don't know what else to say 

(chorus) 

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 

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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 

(bridge) 

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 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 

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 cuz 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, "diiiie motherfucker!"? 

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 

(chorus) 

I'm sorry for you I'm sorry for you 

aww, I'm sorry 

eh shit