You Don't Know Anything About Me

If I could be the man you want me to be
You would be insignificant to me
The weight of the world, the weight of the world
Is weighing on you
But I will not lose my place at the front of the queue
At the front of the queue

I'm hungry like his wolves most of the time
And I've got this mellowdrone in the back of my mind
A permanent stain, a permanent stain
A permanent bruise
But I will not lose my voice when I'm talking to you
When I'm talking to you

You don't know anything about me

I should ignore your needs and cast you aside
Or push up on other "she's" right in front of your eyes
I should have been him, I should have been him
If I wanted you
And not a pink elephant at the Barbeque
At the barbeque

You don't know anything about me

I've got a razor's tongue and a four letter word
Just take it or leave it hun, I'm the salt of the earth
It could have been me, it could have been me
It could have been you
Now all you get is an angry song and a "how do you do"

You don't know anything about me