Do you want to fight me With your one good leg? And do you think you can beat me? Why don't you wait until you get out of bed?
And you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow If you break in half then you could let it flow You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar You're a bit combustible don't break
So you want to fight me With your one good eye? And do you think you can beat me? Hm, well come on, come on
Now you're holding back the candy like a one-year-old If you break in half then you could let it flow You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar You're a bit combustible don't break
Something wicked this way comes Is it God's or is it yours? It's a bit uncomfortable Oh, don't kill the messenger
When you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow If you break in half then you could let it flow You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar You're a bit combustible don't break my heart
So you wanna fight me? Well, you said you want to fight me? Oh, come on, come on