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 changing
That I'm not
just simply aging
Yeah how could
that be logical
Just keep on 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
and break it
break it off
Next time you
point a finger
I'll point you
to the mirror
If God's the game
that you're playing
Well we must
get more acquainted
Because it has
to be so lonely
To be the only one
who's holy
It's just my
humble opinion
But it's one that
I believe in
You don't deserve
a point of view
If the only thing
you see is you
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
and break it
break it off
Next time you
point a finger
I'll point you
to the mirror
This is the last
second chance
I'm half as good
as it gets
I'm on both sides
of the fence
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it
I know you don't
believe me
But the way I
way I see it
Next time you
point a finger
I might have to
bend it back
Or break it
break it off
Next time you
point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
I know you won't
believe me
But the way I
way I see it
Next time you
point a finger
I might have to
bend it back
Then break it
break it off
Next time you
point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror