I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slap my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead
His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger
Here is Miranda onstage.
A couple of Toby rockin' out the stage.
And the patrons...
My mom and I post-concert.
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