Don't Preach

You say that I suck and I'm lousy

You say I can't write

Not yet

You always told me how to be

Now I'm sick of it



Sorry doesn't make it okay

When I'm the one that paid your way

Don't preach



You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling

Too bad it won't rain

Who's living without any feeling

So don't you complain



Sorry doesn't make it okay

When I'm the one that paid your way

Sorry doesn't make it okay

When I'm the one that paid your way

Don't preach



I can't believe what you said

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 said

Don't preach



Sorry doesn't make it okay

When I'm the one that paid your way

Sorry doesn't make it okay

When I'm the one that paid your way



The house, the bed, the cars and the front porch (cars and the front porch)

How's it feel when everthing is paid for (everything is paid for)

Already paid for (already paid for)

Already paid for (already paid for)

Already paid for (already paid for)

Already paid for (already paid for)

Everybody's paid for

Everybody's paid for (everybody's paid for)

Everybody's paid for

Everybody's paid for