when i see you in the morning
we never have a lot to say
gotta argue in the evening
when all that trouble’s gone away

i ain’t done nothing wrong

i gotta tell you now what’s going on
but you won’t listen, no. you never listen , no.
you really think that you’re the only one.
insinuations come and go.

i know why you can’t just leave us,
why you try to dig our grave.
it ‘s ‘cause i don’t accept your jesus.
it’s cause i don’t want to behave.

i ain’t done nothing wrong

men of repression

yesterday i got my head blown
in a brussels bar.
the conversation was a no go
because i went to far.
i’d done heavy thinking,
-	as i fell off the stairs-
 about my dented ego
 in need of big repairs.

men of repression,
leave me alone.
you got me fed up with the sessions
a long time ago.

you should have been here this morning
you should have touched my face
and realise i’m a person
that doesn’t fit your taste.
i am not a loser,
i just do what i do,
so if you give me a bad feeling
i pass it back to you.

men of repression,
leave me alone.
you got me fed up with the sessions
a long time ago.