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