Tekster: Sleater Kinney. Call The Doctor. My Stuff.

Say no way, we won't let them grow up that way
Things have changed but some things have stayed the same
Hold on to what you want to but some things are passed down anyway
Hold on to what I want to, I don't think I know what I just

Leave me without a God, without belief, without a cause
Without a path that I should take, without a choice that I should make
Such an easy thought and now I had it but I lost it
I guess I need your help and now I guess I need your help and now I

Say no way, don't let things go on this way
A clean slate but it don't work that way
Hold on to what you want to but some things are passed down anyway
Hold on to what I want to I will have to own what I have

Leave me without a God, without belief, without a cause
Without a path that I should take, without a choice that I should make
Such an easy thought and now I had it but I lost it
I guess I need your help and now I guess I need your help and now I

It's not my stuff, it's just too much
It's just my stuff, it's just myself
It's just my

Leave me without a God, without belief, without a cause
Without a path that I should take, without a choice that I should make
Such an easy thought and now I had it but I lost it
I guess I need your help and now I guess I need your help and now I