Original lyrics

EN

I don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum i don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum I know how it works, oh I'm not dumb I don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum Like sex without love Like peace without the dove Like a crime scene without the blood I don't want the Spirit, you know I want the kick drum I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers Mascara's gonna run when you see my tears I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers Like lies without the truth Like wine without the fruit Like a skydive without the chute I don't want the Son, you know, I want a jury of peers I don't want the Spirit, you know, I want the kick drum I don't want the Father, want a vending machine I don't want the Father, want a vending machine I know what I want if you know what I mean I don't want the Father, want a vending machine Like heaven without gates Like hell without flames Like life without pain I don't want the Father, you know I want a vending machine I don't want the Son, you know I want a jury of peers I don't want the Spirit, you know I want the kick drum