Push Around

There's a landing strip atop the hill

Past the stench of a poison well

Where the corsairs feel invincible

I blazed a trail for you imbeciles

"Since when was nobody obsessed"

They'll pay for that, with interest"

A market full of counterfeits

Promoted 'cause the good ones quit

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

Now you have your little world

In the catacombs of self-concern

Where your legacy's preserved

In the torture you administered

We're stocked up on all you types

Putterers and troglodytes

Mutterers of pulled punchlines

Crabs by the bucket without much bite

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

Now I'm not yours

Thank God I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

You're gonna chew

Right through that rope until

You're the faceless butt of a famous joke

Holding on so long they choke

On your stale airs and sour notes

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push Around

Now I'm not yours

Now I'm not yours to push around

Now I'm not yours to push Around