Believer

I carry my microphone with me
Everywhere I go
It makes for 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

CHORUS:
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