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
Or 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
Or 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´ll point you to the mirror)
I´m half as good as it gets
(I´ll point you to the mirror)
I´m on both sides of the fence
(I´ll point you to the mirror)
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