We went round in school, wrapped up in cotton wool
Dreaming `bout the day I`d leave
Couldn`t wait to get out, I couldn`t wait to let out
All of those bad memories.
Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention
To all those educated fools
Got to do it my way, forgettin` what they all say
Making up my own kind of rules.
Yeaaah, Yeaaah
Yeaaah, Yeaaah
Working at the desk at the local NEB
Worrying about my shirt and tie
Yeah I had to be clean, and you had to make it seem
So`s the public wouldn`t blink an eye.
In walks the boss, still carrying his cross
Saying `You better get it right or else`
Yeah I had enough of it, me I`d rather rough it
I`m just gonna please myself.
Yeaaah, Yeaaah
Yeaaah, Yeaaah
You were walking when I found out that you`re messing round with your mind
Know that made you mean and cruel
You got to do it your way, forgettin` what they all say
Making up your own kind of rules.
Got to do it your way, forgettin` what they all say
Making up your own kind of rules
Making up your own kind of rules.
Yeaaah, Yeaaah
Yeaaah, Yeaaah