Don't Preach Songtext

von Drake Bell

You say that I suck and I'm lousy
You say I can't write
Now yet
You've always told me how to be
Now I'm sick of it

And sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one who paid your way
Don't preach

You're drilling a hole in my ceiling
To bad it won't rain
Who's living without any feeling
So don't you complain

And sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one who paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one who paid your way
Don't preach

I can't believe what you say
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
Now I laugh when you cry
Do you think you would die if I said
Don't preach

And sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one who paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one who paid your way

The house
The bed
The cars
And the front door
And how it feels when all of it's paid for

Oh it's paid for
Oh it's paid for
Oh it's paid for
Oh it's paid for

Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for