And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like Iām nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when Iām wounded.
You, pickinā on the weaker man.
Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you donāt know, what you donāt know,
Someday, Iāll be living in a big old city,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, Iāll be big enough so you canāt hit me,
And all youāre 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 donāt already see them.
I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out 'cause Iāll 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 canāt lead me down that road,
And you donāt know, what you donāt know
Someday, Iāll be, living in a big old city,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, Iāll be big enough so you canāt hit me,
And all youāre 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,
Nobodyās listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I canāt 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, Iāll be, living in a big old city,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, Iāll be big enough so you canāt hit me,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so ?
Someday, Iāll be, living in a big old city,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, Iāll be big enough so you canāt hit me,
And all youāre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?