I, like, looked up, and there was a room full of people watching
Incubus
I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen, itâ²s 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
Youâ²re 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
Youâ²re no Jesus
Yeah, youâ²re 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, youâ²re, you're
Youâ²re no Jesus
You're not Elvis
Youâ²re no Jesus
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
Youâ²re no answer, ooh
Step down, step down
Step down, step down, hey, hey
Hey, megalomaniac
Youâ²re no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step, step down
