Raised in a small town I was always last to know Not much sense and not much class And nowhere else to go
Now that I'm older I've discovered my true calling A true disciple of the art of Drinking and brawling
If you get in my way I'll be the end of you Here's what it looks like When you've nothing left to lose
I'm gonna tear you apart I'll make you wish you'd never seen my face I'm gonna tear you apart I'm a big fish, small-town, dead-end, meat-head But I'm king of the hill
School didn't help And jobs were always hard to find So I'd stay home and touch myself Until I'd lose my mind
You'd be surprised at Just how easy it can be To only see the world In how it applies to me
If you get in my way I'll be the end of you Here's what it looks like When you've nothing left to lose I'm gonna tear you apart I'll make you wish you'd never seen my face
I'm gonna tear you apart I'm a big fish, small-town, dead-end, meat-head But I'm king of the hillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
