Mean

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.

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 'o 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?

And i can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody's listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how i can't sing.

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?