Believer

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 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
Chorus [x2]
And it's hard to believe
that i'm still a believer