"A-one and a-two and a-chick-a-boom-a-chick."      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, so 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 a 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   I'm scared of who's going to 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 a kick drum      "Oh, groove with me baby"      I don't want the Father; I want a vending machine   I don't want the Father; I want a vending machine   I know what I want, if you know what I mean   I don't want the Father; I 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 a kick drum