Bigheaded Bastards

Who the hell do you think you are? Considering yourself a star But you're nothing more than a pile of shit And between true friends you don't fit Sure you can play nice But please, do think twice 'Cause what about your attitude Which has changed into a rockstarmood Smash all kinds of masters Even bigheaded bastards Selling tons of records Doesn't make you a god You're just like the rest only missing the intelligent part Smash all kinds of masters Even bigheaded bastards But we are Agathocles We say bollocks to what the media says We're not a part of any showbizzball We prefer to stay honest and small