Sorry ain't something I'm ever going to be
Sorry over it slows the sinning
What with all that knee-bending
And genu-flexing
Of weak muscle
Not a tussle worth tossing too often

So I fuck like I pray—
In secret
So sorry? Not hardly

Anyways where you start?
Into or out of the heart?
And how you keep it from just making you hard?
All of that sorry slipping around me
Like vasoline or brigantine?
Or a handful of ass
I mean god dammit, hoss
Guilty is a blast

And it's the only fun I ever knowed
So like the song says:
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
The soft sleep of all the secrets I can keep
Keeping me safe from worry
And hard-on for sorry