i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum  i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum  i know how it works, oh i’m not dumb  i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum    like sex without love  like peace without the dove  like a crime scene without the blood  i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum    i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers  i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers  mascara’s gonna run when you see my tears  i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers    like lies without the truth  like wine without the fruit  like a skydive without the chute  i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers  i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum    i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine  i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine  i know what i want if you know what i mean  i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine    like heaven without gates  like hell without flames  like life without pain  i don’t want the Father, you know i want a vending machine  i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers  i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum    these lyrics are submitted by xaris01