We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool, dreaming 'bout the day I'd leave
I couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to lay it out, all of those bad memories
Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention to all those educated fools
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up my own kind of rules
Yeah...
Working behind the desk at the local NEB, worrying about my shirt and tie
Yeah, you had to be clean, and you had to make its scene
So's the public wouldn't blink an eye
In walks the boss, still carrying his cross, saying "You'd better get it right or else."
Yeah, I had enough of it — me, I'd rather rough it, I'm just gonna please myself
Yeah...
You've been walking on a fine line, don't mess around with your mind
You know they played it mean and cruel
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up your own kind of rules
Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up your own kind of rules
Makin' up your own kind of rules
Yeah...
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