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**, every day it's the same old sh**.
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**ing fight, fight, fight! It's contradicting who he wants to be.
[Chorus:]
Who do you think you are?
Acting like an a**hole 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**ing dick, i don't wanna think about it, cause i don't f**ing care anymore.
It makes me sick, it makes you look f**ing stupid when they kick your drunk a** 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 dickhead no one wants to know.
[Chorus]
You're the dickhead i don't want to know.
[Chorus]
Thanks to Karen (karenmiller@hotmail.com) for these lyrics