driving me straight out of my head
looks like honey
tastes like money
And i don't care for Jesus
i don't care what they say
i wasn't free
i didn't want to be
When it's grey it feels so good
you want to cry, well i want to die
everyday is like the last
it's been & gone, you know that it's passed
And i don't care for Jesus
i don't care what they say
i wasn't free
i didn't want to be
Over the hills and far away
John and Candy go to play
nobody knows, nobody sees
you want to go but you don't want to be
drop the bomb and sign the form
you've never cared since the day you were born
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