 You were always cunning like the game you played
Cuz yr mind is kind as yr friends would say
You got what you wanted but not what you needed
No matter how hard you pleaded
You're eighteen and you know it all
So how in the hell could you ever fall
You're such a thoughtless gutless fool
Who taught you 'bout drugs
And kept you outta school
Right!
I am right
I am right!
I am right
No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise
No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies
Yr trashcan jazzman really was a has-been
Though you laid him down like he was the last man
Though your family never took a calling
When they built the covers you were injected
With yr back in a brace, yr arms in a sling
You got to 2nd Avenue and had yr fling
You were body time to the protest line
But what did you get from screaming screaming
Screaming:
I am right!
I am right
I am right!
I am right
No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise
No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies
So forth and so forth, you really had a cold heart
Once on yr knees, you weren't such a bad sport
You started cryin' when they caught you lyin'
No one ever said you weren't tryin'
Yr mind on the freeway, yr mouth on a cliche
You walk thru the party, talking like a DJ
You like the rations, and little glass fashions
Your painted slogans really say:
I am right!
I am right
I am right!
I am right
No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise
No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies
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