Paroles de Boatakk

I Don’t Want You (Boatakk) Fecal Matter I don’t want your cross Use your dental floss I don’t think you’re smart Oh, why not go and Try and preach to someone else I can pay my dues Brainwashed and confused I don’t need your son or your father I’m the only one Why even bother? I don’t want your bake sales or your stained glass windows I don’t want to save whales, Saturday night bingo I can fit into your three-piece leisure suit We’ll study the Bible ‘til I start to puke I don’t want you I don’t need you I can’t have you I don’t want your cross No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine No you’re not mine