don't want to write don't want to talk don't want to fight don't want to f** don't want to clear my mind 'cause i'm a non-believer, babe i won't speak those lines i'm not innocent or naive words on long distance lines would ease your mind and clear my name from any crimes maybe a taste of beer and wine would by some time (or would i just forget my lines?) don't want to hate don't want to weep don't want to wait don't want to walk away don't want to give it up 'cause i'm not the quiting kind and i'm a cynic and a clod and i don't see the good in all your gods i won't open up at all today sing songs so happy and full of praise i've shut my mind, stowed it away i won't open up at all today