Get out of my way   I'm coming your way   And I'm more important   Don't let your mouth write a check you can't cash   'Cause your body can't afford it   Don't you know who I am?   You'd better give a damn   I'm with the band, man.   Bask in my glory   And tell me a story   Of how great you think I am      You'd better make room for me   I'm coming through with my ego   "Man your band is really rad"   "Yeah, I know"      My ego puts you down   My ego pumps me up   My ego tells me why I am so great   ... And why you suck.      Workin' the door    I've got status galore   And a heavy flashlight   Don't give me no shit   Cause I'll bust your lip   And the clubs on my side.      You paid for music   But you might leave with bruises   For dancing at all   You must be a sucker   If you paid to get in   To see 30FeetTall      You'd better make room for me   I'm coming through with my maglite   "Sure, I'll let you meet the band"   "If you're cool"   My ego lets you down   My ego pumps me up   My ego tells me why I am so great   ... And why you suck      You're gonna get sick of me   My insecurity and my ego   "Can I have your autograph?"   "Sure thing, 20 bucks"   When my shooting star burns out   I'll lose my scenester clout   Hopefully one day a punk rock VH1 will come out.