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? (Motherf**er, motherf**er) Who do you think you are? (Motherf**er, 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? (Motherf**er, motherf**er) Who do you think you are? (Motherf**er, 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? (Motherf**er, motherf**er) Who do you think you are? (Motherf**er, motherf**er) Who do you think you are? (Motherf**er, motherf**er) Who do you think you are? (Motherf**er, motherf**er)