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