Waiting for the phone to tell me you and I are through

And I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too



You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs

Your lies are stealing Lord, I think you should be gone



Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife



It's the same old story, we all know it to the end

But without your boring glory, we could live again



You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs

Your lies are stealing God, I think you should be gone



Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife



Laying down these lines This song's especially for you

It may be simple But in some ways, so are you!



Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life

Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife



Waiting for the phone to tell me

You and I are through.