You better believe it

You'd think that nothing could erase Like rubber bullets well your right

I've got a lead one in my hand It won't erase a word I write

You are the keeper of the flame You are the flame the keeper keeps

You are the kingdom of a god Whose statue on occasion weeps

I hate when sitting down to eat Waiters who serve you with a writ

You better believe it What say you I go out the door

What say you I come in again What say you write to me in Braille

What say you use a ball point pen Proof of the pudding is I'm told

Not in the eating but the place Place being where it is put before

Before you get it in your face I'll do whatever I don't want

I'll smoke as long as I see fit You better believe it

I read a book about a man A protestant no less

Dreamt he woke up a catholic Scared himself to death

Give me one reason to support One reason to support one thing

Give me your Rolex or your life Or else the trainers you are in

I think I am so I must be I am I think a walking gag

I hate potatoes with my chips Unless of course ther

e in a bag I'd love you even if at times At times

I wish I never did You better believe it You better believe it