You were always cunning like the game you played Cuz yr mind is kind as yr friends would say You got what you wanted but not what you needed No matter how hard you pleaded You're eighteen and you know it all So how in the hell could you ever fall You're such a thoughtless gutless fool Who taught you 'bout d** And kept you outta school Right! I am right I am right! I am right No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies Yr trashcan jazzman really was a has-been Though you laid him down like he was the last man Though your family never took a calling When they built the covers you were injected With yr back in a brace, yr arms in a sling You got to 2nd Avenue and had yr fling You were body time to the protest line But what did you get from screaming screaming Screaming: I am right! I am right I am right! I am right No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies So forth and so forth, you really had a cold heart Once on yr knees, you weren't such a bad sport You started cryin' when they caught you lyin' No one ever said you weren't tryin' Yr mind on the freeway, yr mouth on a cliche You walk thru the party, talking like a DJ You like the rations, and little gla** fashions Your painted slogans really say: I am right! I am right I am right! I am right No one, no one is gonna tell me otherwise No one, no one is gonna fill this boy with lies