Verse 1

You swagger in wearing borrowed steel,

All bark and bluff, no nerve to feel.

You sell your pride by the pound each day,

Then blame the world when it walks away.

Pre-Chorus

You talk like thunder, fold like paper,

A cheap-shot king, a loud-mouth faker.

Chorus

You’re all teeth and no bite,

All smoke with no fire.

You beg for the crown,

But you kneel to desire.

We see through the act,

Every crack in your frame—

You can shout out your name,

But it won’t make you great.