Big Shot

He's back, and he's a big shot, baby on a rampage kickin' in the pit. He's on attack. He drinks a beer, kicks an a*s, every day it's the same old shit. Cause he can talk, talk, talk, he can be punk rock but when it comes to respect he can't see. Forget what's right, f**king fight, fight, fight! It's contradicting who he wants to be. [Chorus:] Who do you think you are? Acting like an a*shole won't get you too far. It's not the place or time, I don't want to be there when you cross the line. f**king d**k, i don't wanna think about it, cause i don't f**king care anymore. It makes me sick, it makes you look f**king stupid when they kick your drunk a*s out the door. 'Cause everything was fine 'till you crossed the line Friday night at the punk rock show. You ruined it for everybody, you're the d**khead no one wants to know. [Chorus] You're the d**khead i don't want to know. [Chorus] <font size=1>Thanks to <b>Karen ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>