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