Go ye down into that land
You'll wake more than the dogs my friend
You'll wake until you've woke and then
You'll wanna go to sleep again, I'm sorry
Walter Whitman, Waldo seeking
Confucian analectic reading
Good men tore down cut and bleeding
All things no one needed, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
The multitudes contained in you
Are surely walking two by two
Into an ark, an unfortunate zoo
If the flood comes soon, and I'm sorry
They greet me cosmopolitanly
A synthesis of many litanies
Ya always knew I was a sucker for them things
I must learn my manners and my Chinese please
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
You deal in slaves, become withdrawn
And cease to keep on keepin' on
Cut the tree that grew the fruit
If I was you honey, I'd salt them roots
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I feel so goddamn bad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm the worse thing ya ever had
