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 nothing,
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm
wounded,
You, picking on the weaker man.
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 old 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?
You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your
humiliation,
You, have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don't already see them,
I walk with my head down trying to block you out 'coz I'll never impress
you,
I just wanna feel okay again.
I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold,
But the cycle ends right now 'coz you can't lead me down that road.
But you don't know what you don't know.
Someday, I'll be living in a big old 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 rumbling on about how I can't sing,
But all you are is mean.
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean.
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.
But someday, I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Yeah, yeah.
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?
Someday, I'll be living in a big old 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?
