WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Walking down my streets like you don't got a care in the world, all smiling and whistling some happy song?
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
And though I hurt, and though I tired, I pushed her aside and I continued on down that road.
And as I was walking down the streets of hell Lady Night approached me and screamed:
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Walking down my streets leaving little bits of light where you go, all upright and proud scaring my nasty little friends away?
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
And though I was frightened, and though I was scared I pushed her aside and I continued on down that road.
And as I was walking down the streets of hell Lady Death approached me and screamed:
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Walking down my streets with a skip to your step and a pop in your stride, all large and loud doing the things you do? Working hard, watching out for everybody, spending time with the people you love and care about, spending time with yourself and your thoughts, constantly making sure that all is right in the world...or as right as you could make it be?
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
And though I was nervous, and though I was uncertain I looked her straight in the eye and said:
BITCH, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
I AM CHRIS MOTHER-FUCKING PALOMBA!
YOU CAN'T STOP ME...YOU CAN'T EVEN SLOW ME DOWN!
And with that I pushed her aside and I continued on down that road.
Now ain't that some shit?
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