Nobody
Can tell me
I know
I know better now
You're a kid
You're a brat
Clean up your room
Throw out the trash
When I was your age
I heard it all
Like livin' under
Your marshall law
I would think it was
For my own good
I would think it was true
Gotta be in early
Gotta go to school
They don't like my friends
I don't like those rules
I'm not a criminal
I'm not on drugs
Don't wait up for me
I'm out havin' fun
I would think it was
For my own good
I would think it was true
