Lyrics: Mean

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 chalk board,
calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, picking on the weaker man,

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 old 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,
Trying to block you out, 'cause I never impress you.
I just want to 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.

Someday I'll be
Living in a big old 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?

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.
Drunken and rumbling 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 old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
YEAH EAH!
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?

Someday I'll be
Living in a big old city,
(why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
(why you gotta be so mean)
Someday I'll be
Living in a big old city,
(why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?