Look out it's a space cadet
Always arriving after the show has been set
To check and make sure the scene is closed
So he can prowl upon the bigger man it is known

Torturing him to his car
Torturing the rest to their comfort zones
Howling the prey for another chance
Another brash refrain

Hey, I’m schooled and shot
Space cadet hit me in the gut
Impaling me on his fake intents
Who knows what's next?

Just a small taste
Just a mild dose is all he ever craves
The king of attention gone to waste
Dropping a mention in conversations
Critics will cringe back in hate
As he retaliates with a certain kind of opinion
Single minded point of view all made up just to use you

Oh, so don’t show him up
Don’t throw him off his golden throne
For he’s the king of attention
Don't distract him from his bow
Oh its getting old but you can’t forget
He’s the king of attention
Making sure your aware he’s a friend

Hey, I’m schooled and shot
Space cadet hit me in the gut
And telling him it's in self defense
Now I know what to expect

He's a space cadet