Now that you're standing there making eyes at mentell me just what it is that you think you seenI don't recall meeting my maker from abovenI don't remember you entering the door of those I lovennso let me tell you somethingnI don't owe you nothing anymorennmold me from a piece of clay but wash your hands real goodnor things'll start growing on you from the dirt where I once stoodnhead down to the river to wash my sins it won't stop to let me seenexactly what it's cleansing and what it leaves on mennso let me tell you somethingnI don't owe you nothing anymorennhear that factory whisle blastnI see the boys filing pastnI share glad tidings with my kidsnbut can't stop thinking 'bout hisnnI appear in my own dreams could never get past the crowdnwho audition for everyone else's and sing and dance real loudnyou go you're way I'll go mine I'm searching for things unfoundnburied in the hearts of those who rest peaceful in the groundnnso let me tell you somethingnI don't owe you nothing anymorennrepeat verse 2nnso let me tell you somethingnI don't owe you nothing anymore