You’re a first born baby
you haven’t had it so bad
Think about all those people
who never had what you had;
I’m sorry that you’re pissed off
but I just can’t make it right

I’m sorry that you’re so angry.

I try to make it better
help you see the light
but it’s simply not my place
You’ve got to fight your own fight;
I wish that I could help you, brother
sorry about the chip on your shoulder

I’m sorry that you’re so angry.

I’m sorry that you hurt so much
It’s not your fault
But you seem to use it like a crutch
so I take it with a grain of salt;

I try to make it better
I try to make it right

I’m sorry that you’re so angry.