What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success
Look at you just look at you I said I'm angry just looking at you

I'm sick and tired of sitting back and listening
To all of your clap-trap
If you could get me to take the rap I garantee
You'd leave me with a backslap
Push me to the left, push me to the right,
Try to make me out of my way
Even if you kick me off the edge of the world,
You're still going to hear me say

What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success
Look at you Oh look at you I said I'm angry just looking at you

Shouting down again mahama Shouting down again
Shouting down again mahama Shouting down again

I can't bagin to tell you all the reasons
Why you're makng me crazy
I've got so many answers
Like you're stupid, like you're crooked,
Like you're lazy
Hit me with your left, hit me with your right,
Hit me from the top to the toe
Even when you chew me up and spit me out,
I'm still going to want to know

What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success
Look at you look at you I said I'm angry just looking at you

Shouting down again mahama Shouting down again
Shouting down again mahama Shouting down again

What the hell gives you the right?