You might not remember me.
I suppose I'd only be
Another notch in your belt.
I think it's safe to say
I'm thinking in new ways
And feeling things I've never felt.
I hope you're proud.
I've been told that time can heal,
But that seems a sour deal.
It would tend to put you on the winning side.
And sure, you can call me cra**,
But I'd rather kick your a**
If it would serve to help me turn the tide.
I'd kick your a** to turn the tide.
You shouldn't have messed with me.
You shouldn't have messed with me.
Now I'm a trigger-happy, would-be vigilante
Intent on settling a score.
You'll know I'm there,
You just won't know where.
You're ruin therein lies.
And it may not be today,
But rest a**ured, I'll find a way
If it takes a thousand tries.
You won't know what hit you
I don't think you know exactly who I am.
Exactly who I am.
I am prepared to carry out, without hesitation,
A cold and calculated act of intense dedication.
I am the store-clerk, forced once too often to his knees.
I am the few disgruntled Postal Service employees.
I am the widowed wife, left alone to carry on.
The grieving father, I, whose one and only child is gone.
I am the hand of Justice, with finger poised to test,
I am a bigger, badder, better bane than Bernard Goetz.
You shouldn't have messed with me
Now I'm a trigger-happy, would be vigilante
You shouldn't have messed with me.
And if I had the chance to do it all again
I wouldn't change a thing.
I wouldn't change a thing.