Momma, don't you turn away
Just because I've gone astray
Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a
Sorry man
I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set
But let us not forget about the man who decided to dedicate his
Life to the jetset
He is now just a shadow of his former self
And dark clouds hover overhead
The living dead, move over, you see it goes like this
I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in
My way
I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine
One day
Well
I myself do not think that such a raw ambition, his disposition
To be a sin in itself, though
Should we not forget about the mess that he got himself in
Where now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a
Typhoon
Earthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us
'Cause he was steppin' on us, steppin' over people
And this is how the story goes, folks
I will go undefeated, I'll be protected
You think you're big time, I'll show you big time
Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair
Once he got his foot in the door
Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth
Kind of guy
Funny fella though, always had a joke or two
But be careful, the joke could be on you
Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego
The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow
He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high
He would swear he could touch the sky
But the sky was the limit
He was calling, he was crawling, riddled by the immensities of
Life
Ladies of the night would call all hours of the day, every day
All day
Calling for his mommy when the day was done
Yes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight
And his eyes belied his smile awhile
Calling for his mummy but his mummy didn't come
Once he got his foot in the door
Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth
Kind of guy
Funny fella though, always had a joke or two
But be careful, the joke could be on you
Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego
The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow
He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high
He would swear he could touch the sky
But the sky was the limit
I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in
My way
I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine
One day
I will go undefeated, I'll be protected
You think you're big time, I'll show you big time
Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair
