The Spirit vs. The Kick Drum

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I don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum I don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum I know how it works, oh i'm not dumb I don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum Like sex without love Like peace without the dove Like a crime scene without the blood I don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum I don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers I don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers Mascara's gonna run when you see my tears I don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers Like lies without the truth Like wine without the fruit Like a skydive without the chute I don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers I don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum (Oh group with me baby) I don't want the Father, want a vending machine I don't want the Father, want a vending machine I know what i want if you know what i mean I don't want the Father, want a vending machine Like heaven without gates Like hell without flames Like life without pain I don't want the Father, you know i want a vending machine I don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers I don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum
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