Woorden:
Webb Derek

You wanna rock with the cops on the front line You wanna kick it with the people in the back You strike a match and you throw back a cocktail There's

If you could love me as a wife And for my wedding gift your life Should that be all I?ll ever need Or is there more I?m looking for And should I read

You say always treat people like you'd like to be I guess you love being hated for your sexuality You love when people put words in your mouth About what

Like a man comes to an altar, I came into this town With the world upon my shoulders and promises passed down And I went into the water and my father,

the truth in languages that nobody speaks till you listen close and hear what you believe television teleaction tell me what you want (Thanks to Derek

protection to cover the tracks that you?re leaving i misplace my face so we can be together red lips change how you?re perceiving (chorus) (Thanks to Derek

wanna wait no drugs or sleep i wanna hold your hand grenade God bless these bombs baptize this rope lie with us in the bed we?ve made (chorus) (Thanks to Derek

(vs. 1) don?t teach me about politics and government just tell me who to vote for don?t teach me about truth and beauty just label my music don?t teach

, you know i want a vending machine i don?t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don?t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum (Thanks to Derek