I can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision.
Well maybe you should tie me up,
so I don't go where you don't want me.
You say that I've been changin'
that I'm not just simply agin'.
How can that be logical?
Just keep cramming ideas down my throat.

You don't have to believe me
but the way I, way I see it
next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
or brake it, brake it off
next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror.