you're looking so cool
in your hundred dollar shoes
you say that you are nobody's fool
and you never play by the rules
you say that you can help me out
improve my quality of life
you say i don't have to live that way
always holding the sharp end of the knife
i think i'm doing just fine
so i'll get back to my living if you don't mind

who are you to appear from nowhere
and insist you've been here all the time
who are you to suggest you have an inkling
of what goes on in my mind
who are you to try and keep me cramped
between the dusty books on the bottom shelf
who are you to demand that i narrowly define myself

always thinking about yourself
seems to be your plan
discovering the easiest way
to manipulate your fellow man
you say that i'm a dreamer
and dreamers never win
but it seems while i've been dreaming
you've been spreading yourself a little thin

who are you to question who are you to pry
who are you to try and pluck my splinter
with that plank sticking out of your eye
who are you to ask why who are you to criticize
who are you to go so far who in the hell do you think you are
who died and made you the boss of me
who granted you supreme authority
who are you to be so rude who do you think you're talking to