I'm Not Made By Design

I live on oxygen, a bastard monkey boy Do what the hell I like, I'm no celestial toy Your goddess is bathed in gold while keeping us in line We're killing each other for a woman in the sky Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied? Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied? Oh This kiss in the parking lot is turning me to stone You take the sweetest thing and claim it as your own Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied? Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied? You take the sweetest thing and claim it as your own Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied? Oh, I'm not made, I'm not made by design Oh, can you be, can you be satisfied?