I Don't Want It All - A Global Threat

It’s all just a game, right?

But I forget the fuckin' shifty rules

I’m not a poet I suppose if the elite defeat the meter of my prose

And in no uncertain terms mines is a faith that isn’t confirmed

Ask the Berkeley position and what you’re hearing isn’t worth the listen

But I don’t want it all

I just want you

Don’t get me all wrong, the scars are defensive wounds

I won’t make a great liar, can’t debate the taste I can’t afford to acquire

Won’t stoop down to clean up well

If your parents and friends think I looks like hell

So strike a proud pose

You drew the long straw just to cram it up your nose

You want a suit and tie

To make bank and multiply

Join the unsatisfied

You know what?

You’re just not my type