Album: Old School
How come everything you say is right,
How come everything I say is wrong.
You never ever open your mind,
You never seem to hear the things I say.
(Chorus)
'Cos you're the boss, have a say,
Everything must go your way,
But count me out, I'm not about to listen!
You judge me from your "upper" point of view,
Judge from what I say and what I do.
Tell me that you understand, you care,
But when I speak you're never fucking there.
(Repeat Chorus)