This is not my voice And these are not my hands And this is not the way I sound This is not my face I don't move this way And this is not my place to say These and these things I wouldn't do this if you paid me I live here? These are not my words I don't speak this language I bet you made this up yourself I bet you made this mouth I bet you built this stage I know these eyes don't lie But they look the wrong way I bet you stole this soul And you're looking out from hell I wouldn't do this if you k**ed me I live here? I wouldn't do this if you nailed me (to a cross)? Not my song