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, oh 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 the 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 mascara's gonna run when you 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 the kick drum i don't want the Father, want a vending machine i don't want the Father, want a vending machine i know what i want if you know what i mean i don't want the Father, 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 the kick drum