Derek Webb - The Spirit vs. The Kick Drum lyrics

[Derek Webb - The Spirit vs. The Kick Drum lyrics]

I don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
I don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
I know how it works, oh i’m not dumb
I don’t 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 don’t want the Spirit
You know i want the kick drum

I don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers
I don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers
Mascara’s gonna run when you see my tears
I don’t 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 don’t want the Son
You know i want a jury of peers
I don’t want the Spirit


You know i want the kick drum
(Oh group with me baby)

I don’t want the Father
Want a vending machine
I don’t want the Father
Want a vending machine
I know what i want if you know what i mean
I don’t want the Father
Want a vending machine

Like heaven without gates
Like hell without flames
Like life without pain
I don’t want the Father
You know i want a vending machine
I don’t want the Son
You know i want a jury of peers
I don’t want the Spirit
You know i want the kick drum

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