So tell me what's the worstnthing you have donenthe treacherous felonynhid from the sunnIt's all thats haunted younsince first you learned the truthnnI feel so criminalnin my own skinncaught in the act ofna delicate sinnand I was just a boynbut man, thats no excusenand now,nI cant sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout itnThe white, fluffynsmoking cloud I producednalong with abuse of the most wonderful giftnI wish I could stop thinking of it,nand I guess this is the thingnI'm trying to say I'm SorrynnNow it's 2 A.MnI think it's getting latenworry about this tomorrownI'm staying up late at nightnwriting my sorry notenTo a deceased armadillonBut I think it's importantncause God knows I still regret it