"A-one and a-two and a-chick-a-boom-a-chick."

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, so 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 a 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
I'm scared of who's going to 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 a kick drum

"Oh, groove with me baby"

I don't want the Father; I want a vending machine
I don't want the Father; I want a vending machine
I know what I want, if you know what I mean
I don't want the Father; I 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 a kick drum