Lyrics

Waitin' for the phone to tell me you and I are throughAnd I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, tooYou got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongsThe lives you're stealingLord, I think you should be goneHey, Mr. ManagerYou're messing up my lifeHey, Mr. ManagerDon't think I need that kind of strifeIt's the same old story, we all know it to the endBut without your boring glory, we could live againYou got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongsThe lives you're stealingGod, I think you should be goneHey, Mr. ManagerMessing up my lifeHey, Mr. ManagerThink I need that kind of strifeI'm laying down these linesThis song's especially for youIt may be simpleBut in some ways, so are youHey, Mr. ManagerYou're messing up my lifeHey, Mr. ManagerThink I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strifeWaiting for the phone to tell meYou and I are through.