We sold our souls to the man
Maybe I'm in hell, maybe I'm alone
But I can deal with this, at least I feel at home
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
You just go get drunk, then you go mess up
Then come back to me, telling me you're clean
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
You are on your own, you are on your own
You'll never change your ways, you'll just die the same
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
I never really cared about you, I never really got to thinking about you
And you know what I'm talking about
Writer(s): Fyfe Ewing, Michael Robert Mckeegan, Andrew Cairns
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