So tell me what's the worst thing you have done the treacherous felony hid from the sun It's all thats haunted you since first you learned the truth I feel so criminal in my own skin caught in the act of a delicate sin and I was just a boy but man, thats no excuse and now, I cant sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout it The white, fluffy smoking cloud I produced
along with abuse of the most wonderful gift I wish I could stop thinking of it, and I guess this is the thing I'm trying to say I'm Sorry Now it's 2 A.M I think it's getting late worry about this tomorrow I'm staying up late at night writing my sorry note To a deceased armadillo But I think it's important cause God knows I still regret it