I think I was born to lose I thought I would have a chance But my real dad bailed out Before I was three years passed Someone quickly filled the void Locked me up for correction But he never had a chance My downhill lack of direction
[Chorus:] You're not the boss of me You're not my real dad anyways
Rebel in a disturbing manner Life is too short to suffer Third wheel tries to run my house Obey my rules or get out Gentle words of faith Evil shouts of hate Short lived bursts of praise Large explosions of rage
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You won't control my life You're not my real dad anywaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
