Believer

I carry my microphone with me
 Everywhere I go
 It makes for a very good deadweight
 In case of an emergency
 In case I need to break your face
 In case I need you to be dead
 Who do you think you are
 Who do I think you are
 I know who you are
 And it's hard to believe that God made you and me
 With the same hands, with the same hands
 Ah, sit
 I tell my doggie to sit
 But I am not a dog
 But you make the animal in me
 Want to come out all over you
 Who do you think you are
 Who do I think you are
 I know who you are
 And it's hard to believe God made you and me
 With the same hands
 With the same hands
 Who do you think you are
 Who do I think you are
 I know
 Who do you think you are
 Who do I think you are
 I know who you are
 And it's hard to believe that God made you and me
 With the same hands
 With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
 With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
 (With the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
 And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer