Don't Need You - U.S. Bombs

Don’t need you

Don’t need you

You… don’t need you

I don’t get along with no one

I can’t stand it when you try to help

I’m on the defense that’s what wins

What the hell ya lookin' at

Don’t need you

Don’t need you

You… don’t need you

Here’s the line so stay on your side

You’re so sensitive, go play the smiths

I like girls and you like all the boys

I can tell you got that kind of lisp

Don’t need you

Don’t need you

You… don’t need you

I don’t need, I don’t

I don’t need, I don’t

I don’t need, I don’t

I don’t need, I don’t

Don’t need you

Don’t need you

You… don’t need you

(Don't need you) Don’t you ever call me sir

(Don't need you) Don’t call me mister

(Don't need you) Don’t you call me at all

(Don't need you) You fuckin' miserable

(Don't need you) You… don’t need you

(Don't need you) You… don’t need you