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Whatcha Want?
Yeah yeah yeah
Knockin' on my shoulder's in some liquor stinkin' jerk to bother me
Even rock'n'rollers need some peace and quiet and their privacy
God knows this is not a friend
Just someone tryin' to use me in the end
It's just my situation, my frustration tries to get the best of me
Who are you and whatcha want?
Money can buy freedom but no love, maybe some false security
You can try to work me, you can't hurt me, you can't fake sincerity
No need to live up to what you expect
Of course I'll give you equal respect
But I don't waste my time with no slime, I don't burn my bridges, maybe just one lane
Locked up with a complete stranger
In a bathroom, lost in an eight-ball
With great plans for the world's salvation
Down the drain... by the pain of the morning light
