When you've got too much bravado And you're feelin' like and idol For a million little assholes
In running off your pie-hole In the company of good folk
When you orchestrate a big deal But you just don't have it in ya When you thought you were a machine But then suddenly you're feeling Just like all the other earthlings
How to behave in this place How to exist amidst the ladies For requesting that I be made an exception
Well instead of asking you I will
When you've got too much bravado And you're feelin' like an idol For a million little assholes