I Don't Owe You Nothing Anymore

Now that you're standing there making eyes at me

tell me just what it is that you think you see

I don't recall meeting my maker from above

I don't remember you entering the door of those I love

so let me tell you something

I don't owe you nothing anymore

mold me from a piece of clay but wash your hands real good

or things'll start growing on you from the dirt where I once stood

head down to the river to wash my sins it won't stop to let me see

exactly what it's cleansing and what it leaves on me

so let me tell you something

I don't owe you nothing anymore

hear that factory whisle blast

I see the boys filing past

but can't stop thinking 'bout his

I appear in my own dreams could never get past the crowd

who audition for everyone else's and sing and dance real loud

you go you're way I'll go mine I'm searching for things unfound

buried in the hearts of those who rest peaceful in the ground

so let me tell you something

I don't owe you nothing anymore

repeat verse 2

so let me tell you something

I don't owe you nothing anymore