i proceed to move the crowd like an old negro spiritual

[whistle_chorus]

my lumber was inside of her
she said yo im a pirates girl
i said yo im a samurai
she quickly changed her heavy mind

sorry remails with wrong addresses
and sorry females for late birthday packages
sorry to my sister who hasn't called me back for ages
and sorry to the grocery bagger who must be paid in minimum wages
sorry to my lungs who fights daily wars with smokey savages
sorry to very-first-painters with no stretched canvases
sorry to me who thinks im left with very few passages
and sorry to those ive made promises and made excuses with accidents

carry my body out to the sea
to be with the fishes who fight to breathe
to swim with the tsunamis
who dont know their disease