Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, da da da da da da da da da da

Record sales are on the mark
'Cause that's about the time the rumors start
Where all the people talking out of their ass
Well, someone's gotta school ya 'cause ya got no class
Well, I've paid my dues
I'm a seasoned dame
So why you gotta throw salt in my game?
You hide behind the computer screens so that you don't have to be seen
How could a person be so mean?

[Chorus:]
Who are you, and what do you do
That makes you think you're above me?
But have you walked in my shoes?
The pedestal
You put yourself on
Well, since I'm breaking it down now
It's gon' collapse and be gone, gone

(Gone, gone, gone)
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)

Probably one of them tag-a-longs
Down for the free t-shirt 'cause you're a hanger-on
You think you got me figured out
Never met me, have no clue what I'm about
Maybe I got things you wish you had
You need to stop the hate and get a pen and pad
I work around the clock, so fill your mouth up with a sock
And get yo' head up off your jock
Tell me who you are and what your background is
Tell me how you're feelin' when you listen to this

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, dum dum dum dum
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, da da da da da da da da da da da
Tell me who you are and what your background is
Tell me how you're feelin' when you listen to this
You think I don't see you on the Internet
I read it; don't think I won't forget

[Chorus x 2]

Writer : FERGUSON, STACY/BOARD, PRINTZ
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group