They try to make me an idol american Well me to give them something, that they can sell, well they can go to hell So get mickey mouses a** off my raido (what radio) They just pullin up buckets from an empty well, well we can tell That the good ones come correct yea i seen people die for less than that some motha luvas don't no when to quit i figured it out i dont want in So i decided to just be the man that ive always been make some people laugh make some people scream realizin dreams im building a boat i wont wait for my ship to come in im pitchin the crest of this wave and ill ride it again yes ill ride it again