i don't want your blessing i don't want your taste i make a confession: i no longer know my place i don't want your respect i don't want your war i don't want your heroin ??? of all the things that you supply if you can't get me now i don't want never can i have your blessing to dislike your face i make my confession: i hear your voice, i hit erase of all the things that she brings of all the things that you suppy if you can't get me now i don't want never