They say it's time for me to grow up.
I can't stay forever punk.
What gives you the right
to tell me what to do,
treat me like a child
just because I'm younger than you.

I won't work on some factory line
for a house, car, family life.
What gives you the right
to tell me what to do,
just coz I don't have a job
don't mean that I'm worse than you.

Coz you don't know how I feel inside.

No use telling you the way things are.
Our worlds are just far apart.
So what gives you the right
to treat me like a tool?
You should know by now
that I will never be like you.