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Text: The Toadies. Broke Down Stupid.

Sorry. Sorry.
I know sometimes I act shitty.
sorry sorry
can i make it good again?

Never has a more pathetic creature hung his drunken head,
and say I'm sorry more convincing.
Never has a more pathetic creature been tormented such as this
I'm piss drunk broke down stupid.

And I hang my head out the window
??and wash off all the spit-up off my face??
I wonder if I'd wind up on your pillow
why's my head feel this way?

broke down stupid

Right from my stomach comes,
the worst of what I have become.

My own ?cum? turns against me
i can taste it.
Right up from the pits of hell,
a demon with a stinging tail,
sits on my shoulder giving console!

And I shame my lips on the right words
the telephone is a heaven in my hand?
wait for strength to steady these nerves
make my body well again

BROKE DOWN STUPID
BROKE DOWN STUPID...