Your cheap ride to heaven lingers
Wrapped around your sticky fingers
Your belly filled with blood and rock
Bound below and the chopping block
Put on your sackcloth and your ashes
In your car that always crashes
Come and go like pearls in fashion
You’re throwing up your daily ration

I can’t speak, I can’t say
I got a taste I can’t disobey
I can’t go, I can’t stay
I got a taste can’t disobey

So smooth, but very rough
I’d have a go if I was hard enough
At the stick with second sight
Tick-tick-ticks the clock that’s never right
Keep pushing on an open door
Across the thin red line where less is more
Starve those steeples of despair
On the waves of I Don’t Care

I can’t speak, I can’t say
I got a taste I can’t disobey
I can’t go, I can’t stay
I got a taste can’t disobey
[Guitar solo]

You can’t speak
Stay
You got a taste, don’t disobey
You can’t go, you can’t stay
You got a taste, don’t disobey
You can’t speak
Stay
You got a taste, don’t disobey
You can’t go, you can’t stay
You got a taste, don’t disobey
Don’t speak
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey
Don’t disobey