I'd like to say something
Slow down the bandwagon
There's a million reasons
I don't want to be here
But you don't know me well enough
To be the last on my list
What did I miss?
You win the most points
I hope you're getting this
Because I don't know when I've been this good
You don't know what it's like
To be a slave and not get paid
Why don't you save it
Don't even try to erase it
Because that's the way it is
And I hope it makes you sick
That I'm not even warmed up yet
Make your last word hurt
Before you let me go
Next time I see you
Don't be in the front row
Slow down the bandwagon
I'd like to say something
And I hope it makes you sick
That I'm not even warmed up yet