You think you’re real smart
With your schemes and plans
With your twisted mind
And deceiving hands

You think you’re real tough
You’re a macho man
With a knockout punch
And your screaming fans

You think you’re real rich
With your bank accounts
And your stocks and bonds
And financial clout

But wisdom from above
Comes to judge the fool
And if it comes in love
It’ll overrule

All you really got
Is just a power trip
You’re a fool to God
And a little wimp

Dying every day
With your cars and homes
And withering away
As you pay your loans

Hit this guy!
Why? he’s called you out
You’re in the rat race
And now you’re full o’ doubt

So you got some might
And now you wanna use it?
But might don’t make right
If you misuse it