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
Yeah
Yeah
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 it's 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
Yeah
Yeah
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
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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