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 living under
Your marshall law
I would think it was for my own good
And I would think it was true
Nobody
Can tell me
I know
I know better now
Gotta be in early
You 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 having fun
I would think it was for my own good
And I would think it was true