Get out of
my way
I’m coming your way
And I’m more important
Don’t let your mouth write a check you can’t cash
‘Cause your body can’t afford it
Don’t you know who I am?
You’d better give a damn
I’m with the band, man.
Bask in my glory
And tell me a story
Of how great you think I am
You’d better make room for me
I’m coming through with my ego
“Man your band is really rad”
“Yeah, I know”
My ego puts you down
My ego pumps me up
My ego tells me why I am so great
... And why you suck.
Workin’ the door
I’ve got status galore
And a heavy flashlight
Don’t give me no shit
Cause I’ll bust your lip
And the clubs on my side.
You paid for music
But you might leave with bruises
For dancing at all
You must be a sucker
If you paid to get in
To see 30FeetTall
You’d better make room for me
I’m coming through with my maglite
“Sure, I’ll let you meet the band”
“If you’re cool”
My ego lets you down
My ego pumps me up
My ego tells me why I am so great
... And why you suck
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