Waiting for the phone to tell me you and I are through

And I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too


You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs

Your lies are stealing Lord, I think you should be gone


Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife


It's the same old story, we all know it to the end

But without your boring glory, we could live again


You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs

Your lies are stealing God, I think you should be gone


Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife


Laying down these lines This song's especially for you

It may be simple But in some ways, so are you!


Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife


Waiting for the phone to tell me

You and I are through.