Excuse the Excuse
Excuse the excuse, but i can't come out today
Think i ate something bad at a truck stop in Santa Fe
A bad circumstance and it's causing such disarray
Can tell my ups from my downs
And there's too much on my plate
I know it's short notice, hope you don't become irate
But if we meet up tomorrow we can start with a brand new slate
If you give me a chance, i could really settle this and explain
Unless of course i cancel and the cycle repeats again
If you're looking for some proof
Then refer to my next excuse
Oh shit is it 7? I thought it was 6 o'clock
You see there's many complications
It's worse than the Kennedy plot
At first I thought I'm ready, then I wasn't
Then I was, now I'm not
Then the GPS was wrong and I had to walk 70 blocks
If you're looking for some proof
Then refer to my next excuse
Dog ate it, traffic jam, was feeling peckish, vietnam
All good things, take some time
Met some guy, we did some lines
Important phone call, ate some chips
Started thinking bout politics
And society, society, society, society, society, society, society
Society, society, society, society, society, society, society
Society is to blame
For my shitty traits, the mistakes I made
All my pain, everytime it rains
Why can i find a mate
Excuse the excuse
Think i ate something bad at a truck stop in Santa Fe
A bad circumstance and it's causing such disarray
Can tell my ups from my downs
And there's too much on my plate
I know it's short notice, hope you don't become irate
But if we meet up tomorrow we can start with a brand new slate
If you give me a chance, i could really settle this and explain
Unless of course i cancel and the cycle repeats again
If you're looking for some proof
Then refer to my next excuse
Oh shit is it 7? I thought it was 6 o'clock
You see there's many complications
It's worse than the Kennedy plot
At first I thought I'm ready, then I wasn't
Then I was, now I'm not
Then the GPS was wrong and I had to walk 70 blocks
If you're looking for some proof
Then refer to my next excuse
Dog ate it, traffic jam, was feeling peckish, vietnam
All good things, take some time
Met some guy, we did some lines
Important phone call, ate some chips
Started thinking bout politics
And society, society, society, society, society, society, society
Society, society, society, society, society, society, society
Society is to blame
For my shitty traits, the mistakes I made
All my pain, everytime it rains
Why can i find a mate
Excuse the excuse
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Writer(s): Richard Arthur Mcphail
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