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 and have some you can 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?
Hmm, come on, come on

Now you’re holding back the candy like a one year old
If you break and have some you can 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 and have some you can 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