Paramore - 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've been changin' That I'm not just simply agin' How can that be logical Just keep cramming ideas down my throat Woo oh oohh 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 brake it, brake it off Next time you point a finger I'll point you 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 Wo oh oohh 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 brake it brake it off Next time you point a finger I'll point you 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 brake it, brake 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 brake it, brake it off Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror