Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a CorvettenThinks he'll get the girl; he'll only get the mechanicnWhat's missing? nHe's living nA day he'll soon forgetnnThat's one more time aroundnThe sun is going downnThe moon is upbut he's drinking, shouting, putting people downnHe's pissingnHe's living nA day he'll soon forgetnnCounts his money every morningnThe only thing that keeps him hornynLocked in a giant house, well, that's alarmingnThe townsfolk, they all laughnnSorry is the fool who trades his soul for high rise rentnSeem the more you make equals the loneliness you getnWell, that's fittingnHe's barely living nA day he'll soon forgetnnThat's one more time around nAnd there is not a soundnHe's lying dead, clutching benjamins, never put the money downnHe's stiffeningnWe're all whistling nA man we'll soon forget