Playing God

I can't make my own decisions  
Or make any with precision  
Well, maybe you should tie me up  
So I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I been changing  
That I'm not just simply aging  
Yeah, how could that be logical?  
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh, oh, oh, oh  
You don't have to believe me  
But the way I, way I see it  
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point it to the mirror
If God's the game that you're playing  
Well, we must get more acquainted  
Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion  
But it's one that I believe in  
You don't deserve a point of view If the only thing you see is you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You don't have to believe me  
But the way I, way I see it  
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point it to the mirror
 
This is the last second chance (I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets (I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence (I'll point you to the mirror)  
Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it
I know you don't believe me  
But the way I, way I see it  
Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back               
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
I know you won't believe me 
But the way I, way I see it  
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back Or 
break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror