Believer

I carry my microphone with me

Everywhere I go

It makes for a very good deadweight

In case of an emergency

In case I need to break your face

In case I need you to be dead

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know who you are

And it's hard to believe that God made you and me

With the same hands, with the same hands

Ah, sit

I tell my doggie to sit

But I am not a dog

But you make the animal in me

Want to come out all over you

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know who you are

And it's hard to believe God made you and me

With the same hands

With the same hands

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know who you are

And it's hard to believe that God made you and me

With the same hands

With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)

With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)

(With the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)

And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer