Don't take it personally, that's just the way I am
You may think I'm a piece of shit, but I don't give a damn
Another day, another fight, I'll bring you to your knees
Soon I'll be listening to your begging pleads
Back of boy!
Won't tell you once more, Get out of my face
Read my lips!
I'm sick of your preaching
Out of my way!
I'm getting my ass up from the ground
'Cause I'm tired of screwing around
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
Got a switch-blade in my pocket
And a viper on my back
I'm a mother fucking rock n' roll rocket
Ready to attack
Looking for trouble, I'm a gun on the loose
When I'm done with you, you'll be singing the blues
Back of boy!
Won't tell you once more, Get out of my face
Read my lips!
I'm sick of your preaching
Out of my way!
I'm getting my ass up from the ground
'Cause I'm tired of screwing around
Oh, no
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
Oh, no
Oh, no, no, no, no
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
No, no
No, no
No more foolin'
No more foolin'
Oh, no
Oh no, ho
