Giovanni Wrote the first verse. Draft of a song.

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All of the time
I’m sorry that I hurt you when I get out of line
words have no meaning without rhyme

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All of the time
I’m sorry that I hurt you when I get out of line
I’m sorry this and sorry that, and lately sorry’s fallin flat
took a while to tell you that
But of course I’m sure you’ve realized that
I feel sorry that I’ve turned sorry into a crime
Now words have no meaning without rhyme

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All the gosh darn time
I’m sorry that I’ve bastardized
This useful adjective
Now you’ve found
Now you’ve found I’ve made it into some freakish noun
I am, I am, I am, I am sorry*8
I’m sorry about the way that word just sits on the air,
Stinking up your life with it is just unfucking fair
An excuse I use all the time
Like some apologetic recidivistic slimeball covered in slime
Stinking up the room with the same old words that I use all the time.

Dog Shoe Blues (6am Tuesday)

Old man coming down the side of the road,
Got a bone in his hand and a dog by his shoe.
I’ll tell you buddy, thats whatcha gotta do
When you aint got a penny for no dog food.
Gotta save you a bone from that chicken that yah stole,
Gotta carry that piece to keep that dog at your sole.