Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk
You're blamed for your speech
Walk around the block again
Wait 'til I feel cool and stray
With the direst [?] on undertaking

Carefull, steady
Are we steady?
Cool and ready

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
Shooter, not the shot
Of the [?] fit to execute
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat
Boat, boat, boat

Holding a package from a total stranger
Who claims to know me
No, you never knew me, man
Not even a fraction
You just glimpsed your own reflection
In a gold sheen [?]

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
Shooter, not the shot
Well composing keys [?] to raise the skate
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone
Stone, stone, stone
Stone, stone, stone

[?] for this honor while we wait for you go [?]
Dip a toe until it's soaked and freezing
But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry
Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet

That's cause I'm the boss
Caller of the shots
Soon, I may [?] smitten me
Chief, play my own right hand
Not [?] but the [?]
[?] from the stampede

I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
Oh, oh, oh