Who Do You Think You Are

You think you know the thoughts deep inside my head

And 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?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)

Who do you think you are?

(Motherfucker, 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?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)

Who do you think you are?

(Motherfucker, 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?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)

Who do you think you are?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)

Who do you think you are?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)

Who do you think you are?

(Motherfucker, motherfucker)...