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

but 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 believe 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

cuz i laugh when you cry

do you think you would die if i said

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

how's it feel now that it's paid for

already paid for

everybody's paid for