Rich kid limpin' to the limousine Surround the wagons and we'll burn 'em to the ground I fought for years for that pole position You were the king, now they've torn your paper crown Roll over thunder Big pile I'm under I'm no lawyer, you're no judge It's my line and I won't budge I don't wanna be ridin' high I don't need to be satisfied I don't wanna be ridin' high I don't need that to be satisfied Say you're the surgeon but I've see you shakin' You've let the orderlies order you around I'll eat the fruit when it's ripe and ready My hands are steady and I move without a sound Rich kid limpin' to the limousine Surround the wagons and we'll burn 'em to the ground I fought for years for that pole position You were the king, now they've torn your paper crown Roll over thunder Big pile I'm under I'm no lawyer you're no judge It's my line and I won't budge Roll over thunder Big pile I'm under (Gettin burnt out in this space) (Find that person back in place) I don't wanna be ridin' high I don't need to be satisfied It doesn't mean that I'm aiming low I'm learning things I don't wanna know A steady pace and I'm on the track Stop and watch and get off my back I don't wanna be ridin' high I need some time to be satisfied