Feels like we're crawling home from the mines Work day is over, shut us in denial Can't hold a candle to what the others do Over and over the foreman hums the tune There's just nothing left to play for Does it make you feel? Sorry for me Whenever the captors let me go Sorry for him He's chasing the open road Sorry for me I play where the devil has built his home Sorry for him Even for a little while And I'm sorry again Most every morning he stares at the phone The foreman is calling, he sings the same old song The answers could be instrumental Does it make you feel? Sorry for me Whenever the captors let me go Sorry for him He's chasing the open road Sorry for me I play where the devil has built his home Sorry for him Even for a little while And I'm sorry again Sorry for me Whenever the captors let me go Sorry for him He's chasing the open road Sorry for me I play where the devil has built his home Sorry for him And I'm sorry again Sorry again, sorry again, sorry again Sorry again, sorry again, sorry again (Sorry for me, sorry for him) Sorry again