I don’t like the, way you think that
You know my name so you know everything about me
You got limbs so, use your own ones
You’re not a charity, you can think for yourself

My fingers, they’re my fingers
They’re my fingers my hard bone and my nails
Go fight your, own battle
I’m not you cup of tea

Now all of the calls serve only to show
You’re not listening to me
Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but
You’re barking down the wrong tree

You can’t use it, time to lose
Oh butter-fingers your fingers slipping from mine
Greetings from the, other side of
The big room where you’re looking, looking to find

My body, it’s my body
It’s my body it’s not your morning snack
I’m running, you’re smiling
Until you find that I’m not coming back

Now all of the calls serve only to show
That you’re not listening to me
Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but
You’re barking down the wrong tree

Maybe you’re falling down
Baby you’re on your own
This time you’ve pushed too hard
I’m not your, I’m not you crutch
Now it’s a long way down
You’ve only got yourself to blame
You’ve had a lovely night
Well two can play
The break, break, breaking game

Brothers of the world
Unite and take my hand
Don’t believe a word
They don’t understand
It’s time to break our lines
It’s time to make a stand
You don’t gotta be
Somebody’s tool you’re not a slave

My body, it’s my body
It’s my body it’s not your morning snack
I’m running, you’re smiling
Until you find that I’m not coming back

All of the calls serve only to show
That you’re not listening to me
Find me out on the road dead tired and alone but
You’re barking down the wrong
You’re barking down the wrong
You’re barking down the wrong
Barking down the wrong tree