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 drillin' a hole in my ceiling
Too bad it won't rain
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 said
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
Cause 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 porch (cars and the front porch)
How's it feel when everthing is paid
for (everything is paid for)
Already paid for (already paid for)
Already paid for (already paid for)
Already paid for (already paid for)
Already paid for (already paid for)
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for (everybody's paid for)
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for