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 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