I hear you screaming from the radio tower Selling cheap salvation by the minute and hour You permeate the screen like a static stain Injecting your gospel right into the vein If I caught you out alone in a scissor fight I’d trim off both your wings in the middle of the night On principle alone, yeah, on principle alone Gonna strip the fake velvet right off of your throne! [Chorus] Hey, megalomaniac! You’re no savior, you’re no king on a Cadillac track! Wash your hands of the grease, wash the dirt off your crown! Yeah, step down! Step down! Step down! You’re no answer to the town! [Verse 2] If I was the fingers on your own two hands I’d pry your eyes open so you’d understand That everybody here came down from the sky Not a single one of us was born to fly high There was never meant to be just one at the top Building up a tower that is bound to drop You talk like a prophet but you walk like a thief Selling fake cures for a real kind of grief! [Chorus] Hey, megalomaniac! You’re no savior, you’re no king on a Cadillac track! Wash your hands of the grease, wash the dirt off your crown! Yeah, step down! Step down! Step down! You’re no answer to the town! [Bridge] (Guitars drop out; heavy, distorted bassline pulses with a dry drum beat) Step down... Step down... You ain't the light, you ain't the sound! You’re no messiah, you’re a ghost in the crowd! Step down! Step down! Say it out loud! [Guitar Solo] (Unhinged, pitch-bent garage-rock guitar solo with heavy fuzz and ringing feedback) [Chorus] Hey, megalomaniac! You’re no savior, you’re no king on a Cadillac track! Wash your hands of the grease, wash the dirt off your crown! Yeah, step down! Step down! Step down! [Outro] You’re no savior! You’re no answer! Step down... Yeah, step down! (Ends abruptly on a heavy cymbal crash and screeching guitar amp feedback)
