You tell me what to do Tell me what I need Tell me what my dreams are No one Can feel for you I can sense but I cannot see Don't let the fear Take the best of you So how The fuck am I supposed to know What do I want, what do I show Tell me how You've got to run away From all the things you tolerate Sitting On your white chair Dressed like a millionaire Who are you trying to impress? You know life ain't fair And everywhere you look Everywhere you go You're sold The things you didn't know And when you want more Than you need These are called Fabricated Dreams So how The fuck am I supposed to know What do I want, what do I show Tell me how You've got to run away From all the things you tolerate Sitting On your white chair Dressed like a millionaire Who are you trying to impress? You know life ain't fair So how The fuck am I supposed to know What do I want, what do I show Tell me how Sitting On your white chair Dressed like a millionaire Who are you trying to impress? You know life ain't fair