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You think You're a badass,
No one else comes near.
But you achieved your triumphs,
Through force and fear.
You thought that nobody ever would,
Say it out loud.
But all your money and fancy friends,
Can't save you now.
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Whatchya gonna do.
Everybody's on to your lies,
No time left for you.
Now we know your secrets,
Now you'll have to pay.
We see your filthy laundry,
It's judgment day.
You treated people like puppets,
I hope you're proud.
Cuz all your prestige and power,
Won't help you now.
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Whatchya gonna do.
Everybody's on to your lies,
No time left for you.
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Whatchya gonna do.
Everybody's on to your lies,
No time left for you.
(guitar solo)
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Whatchya gonna do.
Everybody's on to your lies,
No time left for you.
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Tell me how it feels.
Everybody sees through your lies,
No one wants your deals.
Mister Big Shot cut down to size,
Whatchya gonna do.
Everybody's on to your lies,
No time left for you.
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