You got our blessings and we touched your face But there was something in the way you pulled the team A self-involvement to the first degree Like hearing drumming coming from undersea You got a hundred friends and you mess around You do this and say that and move all over town And it's so right it's what you (And it feels so right it's what you) gotta do. And it looks so right in the magic mirror that you never wanna step into. All you get are (All you get is) Hot and cold skulls Or you get Nothing at all.