don't want to write

don't want to talk

don't want to fight

don't want to fuck

don't want to clear my mind

'cause i'm a non-believer, babe

i won't speak those lines

i'm not innocent or naive



words on long distance lines

would ease your mind

and clear my name from any crimes

maybe a taste of beer and wine

would by some time

(or would i just forget my lines?)



don't want to hate

don't want to weep

don't want to wait

don't want to walk away

don't want to give it up

'cause i'm not the quiting kind

and i'm a cynic and a clod

and i don't see the good in all your gods



i won't open up at all today

sing songs so happy and full of praise

i've shut my mind, stowed it away

i won't open up at all today