I woke up half an hour ago

I don't remember much and I'm feeling slow

I don't know how but I know I lost all my friends

Every time I see you now you're picking a fight

I know I must have said nothing right

Do you think that this is going to make a change



Do you want to fight me? Hand to hand

Do you want to fight me? Now's your chance



Can you tell me why I'm so objectionable

Is it personality or just my smell

When you look like fighting I look sick

Is it a disorder a doctor can fix

or are you just a violent mother fucking son of a bitch

When you put me to the floor you know I'll get back up again



Do you want to fight me? Now's the time

Do you want to fight me? Stand in line



It's obvious it's too late to make it right

Talking sense to you is going to take all night

I'm going to get a beating unless I make a plan

I know you want a piece, sorry I'm so slow

One more bevy I'll be ready to go

And run faster than I've ever run before