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 drilling a hole in my ceiling Too bad it won't rain But 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 (Believe it, okay then) 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 '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 door (cars and the front door) How's it feel now that it's paid for? (Now that's it's 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