Well, you can look down your nose and tell me I'm no good
But I'm just doing all I can, like I know I should
Every time I stand, you tell me I should sit
All the things that I try on, never seem to fit
It's your way or the highway, either way you win
I'm about to give up hope for you, you can't come in
You open your mouth and make a fist before you know the facts
Maybe you should see your face or look between the cracks
You think I will respond when you tell me what to do
I wish we weren't connected, 'cause I'd get along great without you
It's your way or the highway, either way you're right
Everything I do is wrong, like sunbathing in the night
Artist: Guadalupe Plata
Artist: Decapitated
Artist: Jose Guapo