Don’t preach

You say that I suck and I'm lousy,
You say I can't write.
You've always told me how to be.
Now I'm sick of it

And,
Sorry dosen't make it okay,
When I'm the one that paid you'r way...
Don't preach!

You're drilling a hole in my ceiling,
Too bad it won't rain.
Who's living without any feeling
So don't you complain

And,
Sorry dosen't make it okay,
When I'm the one that paid you'r way...
Sorry dosen't make it okay,
When I'm the one that paid you'r way...
Don't preach!

I can't belive what you say,
How you live,
How you love,
How you lie.
You took my money away
Made me sleep on the floor that I bought,
But I don't care anyway
Cause' I laugh when you cry,
Do you think you would die if I say

Don't preach!

And,
Sorry dosen't make it okay,
When I'm the one that paid you'r way...
Sorry dosen't make it okay,
When I'm the one that paid you'r way...

The house,
The bed,
The cars and the front door.
Cars and the front door

And how's it feel when all of i'ts paid for,
When all of it's paid for
It's already paid for [X4]
Everybody's paid for!
Everybody's paid for [Everybody's paid for]
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for...

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