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 Beacuse 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