Megalomaniac

I, like, looked up, and there was a room full of people watching Incubus I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen, it's unkind, but If I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle alone Hey, megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby And step down, step down, step down If I were your appendages I'd hold open your eyes so you would see That all of us are heaven-sent (and there was never meant to be only one) And there was never meant to be only one To be only one Hey, megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby And step down, step down, step down Step down Step down Oh, step down Step down, hey! You're, you're, you're You're no Jesus You're not Elvis You're no Jesus You're no Jesus You're not Elvis You're no answer, ooh Step down, step down Step down, step down, hey, hey Hey, megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby And step down, step, step down Step down Oh, step down Oh, step down Step down What was that look, José? Oh