I don’t like the, way you think that You know my name so you know everything about me You got limbs so, use your own ones You’re not a charity, you can think for yourself
My fingers, they’re my fingers They’re my fingers my hard bone and my nails Go fight your, own battle I’m not you cup of tea
Now all of the calls serve only to show You’re not listening to me Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but You’re barking down the wrong tree
You can’t use it, time to lose Oh butter-fingers your fingers slipping from mine Greetings from the, other side of The big room where you’re looking, looking to find
My body, it’s my body It’s my body it’s not your morning snack I’m running, you’re smiling Until you find that I’m not coming back
Now all of the calls serve only to show That you’re not listening to me Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but You’re barking down the wrong tree
Maybe you’re falling down Baby you’re on your own This time you’ve pushed too hard I’m not your, I’m not you crutch Now it’s a long way down You’ve only got yourself to blame You’ve had a lovely night Well two can play The break, break, breaking game
Brothers of the world Unite and take my hand Don’t believe a word They don’t understand It’s time to break our lines It’s time to make a stand You don’t gotta be Somebody’s tool you’re not a slave
My body, it’s my body It’s my body it’s not your morning snack I’m running, you’re smiling Until you find that I’m not coming back
All of the calls serve only to show That you’re not listening to me Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but You’re barking down the wrong You’re barking down the wrong You’re barking down the wrong Barking down the wrong tree