You think you know the thoughts deep inside my head
You think you know the words even though they're not said yet
And you're oh so sure how I should wear my hair
Excuse me while I laugh because I don't really care
It's not your world
It's not your car
It's not your mind
It's not your place
It's not your song
It's my guitar
And it's my stage
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Motherfucker
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Mutha
You don't like the kind of flashy clothes I wear
You think you know the easy way from here to there
You write the books and then you tell me how to read
So quick to cut me down and then you tell me how to bleed
It's not your world
It's not your car
It's not your mind
It's not your place
It's not your song
It's my guitar
And it's my stage
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Motherfucker
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Mutha
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Motherfucker
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Mutha
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Motherfucker
Who do you think you are Motherfucker Mutha