Lyrics

Well, look at you
Miss Not-a-Care-in-the-World
With your designer style
And your 24-karat life

Would you have a clue
Or would that be absurd
Behind that practiced smile
Behind those half-hearted eyes

Don't tell me you're through
Don't tell me there's nothin' left for you

No, it ain't fair
The way they rig the game
Plan your scraps from their table
Take your light and leave you dry

Punch you in, and punch you out
Make you a number, no account
For the heart within your song
For the fire in your eye

Don't tell me you're through
Don't tell me there's nothin' left for you

'Cause, dammit, I'm not done
Gonna give it one more run
Then another till I'm covered
With dirt and chiseled stone

I've waited long enough
Paid my dues, played it rough
Now I'm takin' my position
I'm changin' my condition

Step aside, Step aside, Step aside, Step aside, and...

Don't tell me I'm through
Don't tell me. There's nothin' you can do.

Don't tell me I'm through
Don't tell me, 'cause I've got news for you.

Don't tell me you're through
Don't tell me there's nothin' left for you

Don't tell me you're through
Don't tell me there's nothin' you can do