Everybody wants to be a showman

Yeah they all got another one

Everybody thinks they got a genius

Everybody got me on the run

Sometimes I think they come here

Just so you can say that you can

And I can't get alone in my bathroom

I need to give myself a hand



Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creepin'

Creepin' underneath my skin

Fuck you and your flashbulbs

Snappin' my picture again

You drank all my whiskey

You stole all my smoke

And you're crowded all around me

Like I got nowhere to go



Eyes are gonna roll back

I'm here to kill

Time for you to go

I'm-a-gon' spill

It ain't yo fast train

I'll be the king runnin' near the wheel

I ain't lookin' to make no deals here no



You keep stickin' to me like a prickly porcupine

You're gettin' your information from the grocery checkout line

Are you through confessin' of your little girl obsession