You say that I suck and I´m lousy
You say I can´t write, not yet
You always told me how to be
Now I´m sick of it

Sorry doesn´t make it okay
When I´m the one that paid your way
Don´t preach

You´re drilling a hole in my ceiling
Too bad it won´t rain
But who´s living without any feeling
So don´t you complain

Sorry doesn´t make it okay
When I´m the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn´t make it okay
When I´m the one that paid your way
Don´t preach

I can´t believe what you say
How you live, how you love, how you lie
You took my money away

Made me sleep on the floor that I bought
But I don´t care anyway
Cause I laugh when you cry
Do you think you would die if I said
Don´t preach
Sorry doesn´t make it okay
When I´m the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn´t make it okay
When I´m the one that paid your way

The house, the bed, the cars and the front door
(cars and the front door)
How´s it feel now that it´s paid for
(now that´s it´s paid for)
Already paid for
(already paid for)
Already paid for
(already paid for)

Already paid for
(already paid for)
Already paid for
(already paid for)
Everybody´s paid for
Everybody´s paid for
(everybody´s paid for)
Everybody´s paid for
Everybody´s paid for