Turn away turn in and take me, 

With your trendy outlook,

Spare me all the nonsense of your,

TV fashion textbook



Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you



Overbearing ego to 

Abuse you concentration

All this talk has forced me to 

Denounce your observation



So, don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you



Sick of the Times, 

So many lies (Rise)

It’s a manufactured life



Sick of the Times, 

So many lies (Rise)

Better your cause, better your cause.



Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell me anything,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell me anything,



(YOU!)





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