Mean sing and play along

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 a nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded.

You, picking on the weaker man.

Well, you can take me down

with just one single blow.

But you don't know what you don't know.

Someday I'll be

living in a big ole city,

and all you're

ever gonna be is mean.

Someday I'll be

big enough so you can't hit me,

and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation.

You have pointed out my flaws again,

as if I don't already see them.

I walk with my head down,

try'n' to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you.

I just wanna feel okay again.

I bet you got pushed around.

Somebody made you cold.

But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road,

and you don't know what you don't know.

And I can see you years from now in a bar,

talking over a football game with that same big,

loud opinion, but nobody's listening.

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,

drunk and grumbling on about how I can't 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 I'll be living in a big ole city,

and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Oh, someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,

and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so...

someday I'll be living in a big ole city,

and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Oh, someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,

and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so...

all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?