But I refuse ‘Cause I don’t want to live like I don’t care I don’t want to say another empty prayer Oh, I refuse to Sit around and wait for someone else To do what God has called me to do myself Oh, I could choose not to move Sometimes I, I just want to

Like most babies smell like butter His smell smelled like no other He was born scentless and senseless He was born a scentless apprentice Go away - get away, get away, get a-way Every wet nurse refused to feed him Electrolytes smell like semen I promise

You won't need nobody else but me... You'll find... I'm gonna invite you to try my machines Programme an offer you just can't refuse I'm gonna invite you to share all my dreams You've nothing to lose Recycle your thoughts I'll rewire your mind I'll punch

But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you and Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have gone through And Mama I've been cryin' Cause things ain't how they used to be She said, "The battle's almost won

I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I’ll find you once again, Morrigan! Holding the key to my darkened

Be be be a bee So many things I refuse to be I'd like to be be a bee So many things are bothering me But you know bees are free

But alas I cannot swim There is gold across the river But I don't want none Saying work more, earn more Live more, have more fun If she refuses to be mine? And what will you do with a girl there's a house across the river there's a boy across the river

You got, got nothin' to lose You got, got You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah But baby please don't refuse You know you got nothin' to lose You got nothin' to lose You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah baby You got, got nothin' to lose, well come on mama

I'll do anything to prove I love you I love you, girl But I refuse to stay Paying for his mistakes And it's killing me girl knowing you compare me to him Always guilty before the sin I can't win, I can't win no Baby girl but I refuse to Pay for something

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born