(Em)You, with your (D)words like knives and (Csus2)swords and weap ons that you use a gainst me.

(Em)You

have (D)knocked me off my (C)feet a gain, got me feel ing like a noth ing.

(Em)You, with your (D)voice like nails on a (Csus2)chalk board call ing me out when I’m wound ed.

(Em)You,

(D)pick ing on the weak er man.

Well, you can take me down with just one (C)sin gle blow.

But (Csus2)you don’t know what you don’t know.

(G)Some day (D)I’ll be (Em)liv ing in a big ole (C)cit y, and (G)all you’re (D)ev er gon na be is (C)mean.

(G)Some day (D)I’ll be (Em)big e nough so you can’t (C)hit me, and (G)all you’re (D)ev er gon na be is (C)mean.

(CN.C.)Why you got ta be so mean?

(Em)You, with your (D)switch ing sides and your (Csus2)wild fire lies and your hu mil i a tion.

(Em)You have (D)point ed out my (C)flaws a gain, as if I don’t al (CN.C.)read y see them.

I walk with (D)my head down, try’n’ to (Csus2)block you out ’cause I’ll nev er im press you.

(Em)I just (D)wan na feel o (C)kay a gain.

I bet you got pushed a round.

Some bod y (C)made you cold.

But the cy cle ends right now ’cause (C)you can’t lead me down that road, and you don’t know what you don’t know.

And I can (D)see you years from now in a bar, talk ing o ver a (C)foot ball game with that same big, loud o pin ion, but no bod y’s (C)lis ten ing.

Washed up and rant ing a bout the (Em)same old (D)bit ter (C)things,

(D)drunk and grum bling on a bout how (Em)I (D)can’t (C)sing.

But all you are is mean.

(C)All you are is (G)mean, and a (D)li ar, and pa (Em)thet ic, and a (C)lone in life, and (G)mean and (D)mean and (Em)mean and (C)mean.

But (G)some day (D)I’ll be (Em)liv ing in a big ole (C)cit y, and (G)all you’re (D)ev er gon na be is (C)mean.

Oh,

(G)some day (D)I’ll be (Em)big e nough so you can’t (C)hit me, and (G)all you’re (D)ev er gon na be is (C)mean.

Oh,

(G)all you’re (D)ev er gon na be is (C)mean.

Why you got ta be so mean?