I can't make my own decisions   Or make any with precision   Well maybe you should tie me up   So i don't go where you don't want me   You say that i've been changing   That i'm not just simply Ageing   Well how could that be logical?   Just keep on craming ideas down my throat   Woah      You don't have to believe me    But the way I, way I see it   Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back    And break it, break it off   Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror      If Gods the game that you're playing   Well we must get more aquainted   Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy   It's just my humble opinion but it's one that i believe in   You don't deserve a point of view   If the only thing you see is you   Woah      You don't have to believe me    But the way i, way i see it   Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back    Or break it, break it off   Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror      This is the last second chance   (I'll point you to the mirror)   I'm half as good as it gets   (I'll point you to the mirror)   I'm on both sides of the fence   (I'll point you to the mirror)   Without a hint of regret i'll hold you to it      I know you don't believe me    But the way i, way i see it   Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back    Or break it, break it off   Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror      I know you won't believe me   But the way i, way i see it   Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back    Or break it, break it off   Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror.