You, with your words like knives - And swords and weapons that you use against me - you, have knocked me off my feet again - got me feeling like I’m nothing. - You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard - calling me out when I’m wounded. - You, pickin’ on the weaker man - well you can take me down - with just one single blow - but you don’t know, what you don’t know.
Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city - and all you’re ever gonna be is mean. - Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me - and all you’re ever gonna be is mean. - Why you gotta be so mean?