Don't Want Never

Paul Westerberg

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 supply
If you can't get me now
I don't want never