Lunchbox

(album: Portrait Of An American Family - 1994)

Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
I bring you
Break it down
On, we plow!

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
I don't really give a good goddamn, 'cause

Got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
Got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
("I'm making my lunch!")

I wanna grow up, wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

Fire, I bring you fire
Fire, I bring you

Got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get down to the playground
Gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker

Pow, pow, pow!
Pow, pow, pow!
Pow, pow, pow!
Pow, pow, pow!

I wanna grow up, wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

Did you have fun as a kid?
It's the most beautiful thing
It's beautiful to be made into a tattle tale or be forced to admire authority, or sell yourself for a piece of candy
Yeah!

I wanna grow up, wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

I wanna grow up, wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah yeah yeah