Paul Westerberg Don't Want Never
i don't want your blessing
i don't want your taste
i make a confession:
i no longer know my place
i don't want your respect
i don't want your war
i don't want your heroin
???
of all the things
that you supply
if you can't get me now
i don't want never
can i have your blessing
to dislike your face
i make my confession:
i hear your voice, i hit erase
of all the things that she brings
of all the things that you suppy
if you can't get me now
i don't want never
