Sugar is for suckers, tricks are for kids
Pretended that I liked it, but I never did
Spoon fed, candy coated
Take the f-bombs out of what you wrote if
You want the radio to play ya
Make it sweet like a cherry lifesaver
But they'll probably never play me cause I'm not a boy
And guess what I can't change
The sound of my voice
So get used to the sound of my voice
Cause I'm sticking around
Even if I ever had the choice
I wouldn't change the sound of my voice
Too rock for country, too country for punk
But who said I had to pick either one
Tattoos at the Opry
I could cover em up but it's not me
If I stick to the script when I'm talking
Sit on some laps then my song'll go top ten
Nashville's cranking out Chryslers just like it's Detroit
But guess what I can't change
The sound of my voice
So get used to the sound of my voice
Cause I'm sticking around
Even if I ever had the choice
I wouldn't change the sound of my voice
The only time I'm gonna be boxed in
Is when I'm six feet under in a coffin
Over my dead body will I stop making noise
But guess what I can't change
The sound of my voice
The sound of my voice
So get used to the sound of my voice
Cause I'm sticking around
Even if I ever had the choice
I wouldn't change the sound of my voice
No I can't
I can't, I can't change
No I can't
I can't, I can't change
The sound of my voice
The sound of my voice