When I was 14 I used to beaten up every day after school yeah
This brat used to run off with my candybars too.
He had a twisted mind and I was frazzled as ever
What did he want from me except for my Reeces, my Reeces
Pieces
I know what youâre expecting me to sing right now.
A real tough story like âI punched his nose one dayâ
Well thatâs not quite how the tail goes Iâm not real strong see,
I just got a big mouth, so I just informed our schoolâs principal.
Yep back then I was just a wiener, loser and things havenât changed much,
But at least now I donât tell, I just am for the Bullâs eye and run
like a pro dude.
I wear my Martens when I go out.
No shitheadâs telling me what I should do or not.
Drâs with a steel toe, works all the time, tear gas base ball stickâs
fine. Iâll smash their face down.
All my friends go work out, Theyâre bionic punks always sticking up
for me, so fruitcakes watch out.
Iâm not that bad you know, Iâve just learned to protect my dignity and
teeth...
And I guess that Iâll do it again and again.
Iâve learned to earn my respect in our hometown.
Nobody messes with me or my buds so...
Iâm not a victim of the GI Joe or Scoobiedoo-generation, I donât
fight with no delirious grin.
I donât go out with no manic look in my eyesbro, Iâm just a victim,
nothing more than a crank victim.
