If this is a ghetto, I'm in it with you If it's just a prison, I'm locked in it too I tried to leave you, but after all that we had said I went to pieces when I should have shouted and screamed instead: So sorry, I said
Your powers of persuasion, those quizzical eyes Have tired and tied me, with innocent guile I would have walked out, and after all the tears we shed I should have stalked out, gone and painted the town bright red But instead So sorry, I said
How tough it gets, don't talk to me about it! To pay off your debts, I worked on overtime And you say you never believed in luck
If you need a reason, consider me mad An old retainer, loyal and sad I bought my freedom, but after all that we had shared I couldn't leave you think of the skins I'd have to shed instead So sorry, I said So sorry, I said So sorry, I said