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.