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 IÂŽm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard,
Calling me out when IÂŽm wounded You, pickinÂŽ on the weaker man Well, you can take me down with just one single blow
But you donÂŽt know what you donÂŽt know Someday IÂŽll be living in a big old city And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean Someday IÂŽll be big enough so you canÂŽt hit me And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I donÂŽt already see them IÂŽll walk with my head down trying to block you out ÂŽcause IÂŽll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again IÂŽll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold But the cycle ends right now ÂŽcause you canÂŽt lead me down that road
And you donÂŽt know what you donÂŽt know Someday IÂŽll be living in a big old city And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean Someday IÂŽll be big enough so you canÂŽt hit me And all youÂŽre 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 nobodyÂŽs listening Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I canÂŽt 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
But someday IÂŽll be living in a big old city And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean, yeah Someday, IÂŽll be big enough so you canÂŽt hit me And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean Why you gotta be so mean? Someday, IÂŽll be, living in a big old city (Why you gotta be so mean?) And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so mean?) Someday, IÂŽll be big enough so you canÂŽt hit me (Why you gotta be so mean?) And all youÂŽre ever gonna be is mean