Don't Preach
by Drake Bell

You say that I suck and I am 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!

Your drilling a hole in my ceiling
Too bad it won't rain
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 buy
But I don't care anyway
Cause I laugh when you cry
Do you think you would die if I say
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
How's it feel now that it's 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...
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Lyrics submitted by Trey.