You think you know the thoughts deep inside my head
You think you know the words even though they're not said yet
And you're oh so sure how I should wear my hair
Excuse me while I laugh because I don't really care

It's not your world, it's not your car
It's not your mind, it's not your place
It's not your song, it's my guitar
And it's my stage

Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word] Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  mutha

You don't like the kind of flashy clothes I wear
You think you know the easy way from here to there
You write the books and then you tell me how to read
So quick to cut me down and then you tell me how to bleed

It's not your world, it's not your car
It's not your mind, it's not your place
It's not your song, it's my guitar
And it's my stage

Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word] Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  mutha
 
 
It's not your world, it's not your car
It's not your mind, it's not your place
It's not your song, it's my guitar
And it's my stage

Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word] Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word] 
Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word] Who do you think you are?
    [bad word]  [bad word]