Your Mistake

I like what I do
And I do what I like
But to you I'm always wrong
And I never could be right
When I think about you
My anger only grows
You made me hate your guts
But you'd never [bad word] know

I'd rather be dead
Than listen to you
I'd rather be dead
Than follow [bad word] 
You [bad word] with me
I don't need you
I'll not carry on
With a generation of fools

You hate what I do
And I do what you hate
I'm sick of your [bad word] 
And the problems that you make
When I reason with you
You always have a fit
You're getting on my nerves
And there's no doubt about it

You don't know the things I want
You just think you do
I won't play your [bad word] games
Cause I see right through you
You're always [bad word] lying to me
Never get your story straight
You always use excuses
To cover up your mistake