(Keighley, Biscuits. 3:48)

You just can't mold me

I'll be what I wanna be

And I'll see what I wanna see

Even if two plus two you means three you can't hold me

You know my name

You got my number

I'm just a somethin

You wanna put under

When I'm a walkin

Down the empty street

You put up a barrier

That I have to meet

You send me a message

You want me to stop

The things I'm takin

From what you got

Your talk-talk-a-talkin

Bout what I do

But ya better stop pushin

Or it'll be all over for you