Lyrics

I don’t need fast cars, don’t need no prescription I don't need no god, don't need no religion
I don't need no fake R&B And I don’t need a share in your company

I won't sit here biting my tongue I'm a miserable bastard don't get me wrong

I don't need hot sauce, I don't need jalapeño's I don’t need bad breath , I don’t need no machismo I don’t need no soaps or dead TV You just take what you want - that’s alright by me

I won’t sit here biting my tongue I’m a miserable bastard, don’t get me wrong

I hear these people and what they say It doesn’t matter anyway We’ll all end up - feeding the holy ground

I won't sit here biting my tongue I'm a miserable bastard don't get me wrong