The Rig Rocker
There’s a knife in the lock of a broken door,
A room full of nothing but empty shelves and open draws,
You try to give me a handicap before a fight,
You steal the pen when I need to write.

So now you think that you’ve won,
You’re in the lead,
But you don’t see,
That all you have done,
Is to simplify an itinerary,
And what you don’t know,
Is where I’ve been,
The things I’ve seen,
All I’m left with is all I need.

And when you,
Look at me,
So full of a certain victory,
I’m gonna make you know that you’ve underrated me.
Yeahhhhhhh…

When you create you complicate,
Surround yourself with machinery and things you need,
Drowning in gear you’ll suffocate,
You’d better downsize before it’s too late.

But still you think that you’ve won,
And you’re in the lead,
You fail to see,
That all you have done,
Is to complicate your itinerary,
And what you don’t know,
Is where I’ve been,
The things I’ve seen,
All I’m left with is all I need.

And when you,
Look at me,
So full of a certain victory,
I’m gonna make you know that you’ve underrated me,
Yeah…

And then I simplify,
And it takes me half the time,
Gonna show you, you won’t get the best of me.
Yeahhhhhh…

Now I’m prepared to take you down,
I’ll break through, your pop-solid wall of sound,
Just so I leave you with out a doubt,
I’m coming over to take you out.

And when you,
Look at me,
So full of a certain victory,
I’m gonna make you know that you’ve underrated me,
Yeah…

And then I simplify,
And it takes me half the time,
Gonna show you you won’t get,
Gonna show you you won’t get the best of me.
Yeah.