I carry my microphone with me
Everywhere I go
It makes for a very good dead weight
In case of an emergency
In case I need need to break your face
In case I need you to be dead
Who do you think you are
Who do I think you are
I know who you are
And it’s hard to believe
That God made you and me
With the same hands
Sit? I tell my doggie to sit
But I am not a dog
But you make the animal in
Me want to come out all over you
And it’s hard to believe
That I’m still a believer
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