I Don’t Want It All – A Global Threat – letras

It’s all just a game, right? But I forget the fuckin’ shifty rulesI’m not a poet I suppose if the elite defeat the meter of my proseAnd in no uncertain terms mines is a faith that isn’t confirmedAsk the Berkeley position and what you’re hearing isn’t worth the listenBut I don’t want it allI just want youDon’t get me all wrong, the scars were defensive woundsI won’t make a great liar, can’t debate a taste I can’t afford to acquireWon’t stoop down to clean up wellif your parents and friends think I looks like hellSo strike a proud poseYou drew the long straw just to cram it up your noseYou want a suit and tie to make band and multiplyJoin the unsatisfiedYou know what?You’re just not my type