I've got the back sack madness and an ace up my sleeve   I'm going up, down, around before I pick up and leave   I'm wearing red because I'm dead on a Saturday night   You best believe I'm gonna pa pa party and fight   Without a sound I'm making loud all that you can't conceive   Bringing down the house erecting what you need to see   And what you be is what you see until it's xyz   And then the Mud Pill Palace is your ecstasy   Got a front row seat and I'm making the scene   I've got the biggest dream dreamed, you've got a little machine   And then you stu-stu-stutter looking blankly at me   Because you can't understand what you cannot see   See because bigger isn't better if it's up against me   For every move you think you've got I've got a hundred at least   Show me what you got, show me what, now, what you can play   Try to get a grip as you watch me walking away