Junkyard Dog

I'll never get what I want Try to hide, stay in the front I'll never get what I want Find cover in junk Take down my note If it's passed along shouldn't I be the first to know A hypocrite can never have what they want The way a liar can speak what's true to my soul Even then it's not enough I had my demands first If an emotion could change with ease Why don't it happen enough I had my demands first It's what I can't stand But it's what I'm supposed to do Bite my tongue Does it feel much better Bite my tongue It never feels much betters Take my note Shove it down your fucking throat This is all I've ever known