Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody’s listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.

All you are is mean.And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean.

But someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold,
But the cycle ends right now,
You can’t lead me down that road,
You don’t know, what you don’t know