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
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!

I can't belive 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 say
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
And how's it feel when all of it's paid for
It's already paid for
Everybody's paid for