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

You're gonna get sick of me
My insecurity and my ego
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure thing, 20 bucks"
When my shooting star burns out
I'll lose my scenester clout
Hopefully one day a punk rock VH1 will come out