you better not curse   you better not   say that out loud   you better not   stand up so proud   you better not curse      you better not whine   'cause whiners always get   the back of the line   you better not scream   stamp your feet, or cry   you better not whine      i come in your church   maybe i look clean cut   i play my guitar   but hey man,   you know what   there ain't nothing wrong   with black clothes   and messy hair   and a pierced nose   and if i came in here   without my shoes   and i smelled of   cigarettes and booze   would you love me then?   or would you judge me then?      hey preacher man   you know what   you ain't got   nothing on me that   god ain't got on you   go ahead and judge away   cause on judgement day   believe me,   your time is coming too      you better not whine   'cause god don't   want to hear it   he ain't got the time   to listen to you right now   he don't want to hear you   whine and complain   about all of your problems   or all of your pain   you better not scream   stamp your feet, or cry   you better now whine   (you better not curse)