i dont want the spirit i want the kick drum i dont want the spirit i want the kick drum i know how it works oh im not dumb i dont 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 dont want the spirit you know i want the kick drum i dont want the son i want a jury of peers i dont want the son i want a jury of peers mascaras gonna run when you see my tears i dont 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 dont want the son you know i want a jury of peers i dont want the spirit you know i want the kick drum i dont want the father want a vending machine i dont want the father want a vending machine i know what i want if you know what i mean i dont want the father want a vending machine like heaven without gates like hell without flames like life without pain i dont want the father you know i want a vending machine i dont want the son you know i want a jury of peers i dont want the spirit you know i want the kick drum