(One, two, one, two, three, four)

He grabbed me by the shirt
While I was paying for my beer
And screamed "There you are Balthazar
I knew I'd find you here"
He hit me in the teeth
And then he spit into my face
Took the keys to my Mercedes
As he quickly left the place
Well if I were in his shoes
Maybe I would've done the same
But I don't know who he was
And Balthazar is not my name

And it's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
I should be minding my own

And once the show was over
I met a fan at my hotel
He asked if I met Father John
And if I knew him well
He said "Is it true he doesn't eat
But lives off staring at the sun?
Or that he keeps a monkey as a pet
And taught him how to tune his drums?
I also heard the only drugs he'll take
Are what he's synthesized himself
Sir, I want to be a writer and I think
That this will help"

And I said it's none of my business
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
I should be minding my own
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
I should be minding my own

And on that fateful day
When I get buried in the ground
I bet that I could tell you
Which friends make it into town
They'll tell you all my dirty secrets
And my brother's gonna sing (yeah)
Just make sure my suit is pressed
And that they let me keep my ring
I'm not getting into heaven
And I don't believe in hell
I just wanna know my friends and family
Are remembering me well

But it won't be none of my business
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
I should be minding my own
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
It's really none of my business
I should be minding my own
I should be minding my own
I should be minding my own

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Writer(s): Taylor Goldsmith