You might not remember me. I suppose I'd only be Another notch in your belt. I think it's safe to say I'm thinking in new ways And feeling things I've never felt. I hope you're proud. I've been told that time can heal, But that seems a sour deal. It would tend to put you on the winning side. And sure, you can call me cra**, But I'd rather kick your a** If it would serve to help me turn the tide. I'd kick your a** to turn the tide. You shouldn't have messed with me. You shouldn't have messed with me. Now I'm a trigger-happy, would-be vigilante Intent on settling a score. You'll know I'm there, You just won't know where. You're ruin therein lies. And it may not be today, But rest a**ured, I'll find a way If it takes a thousand tries. You won't know what hit you I don't think you know exactly who I am. Exactly who I am. I am prepared to carry out, without hesitation, A cold and calculated act of intense dedication. I am the store-clerk, forced once too often to his knees. I am the few disgruntled Postal Service employees. I am the widowed wife, left alone to carry on. The grieving father, I, whose one and only child is gone. I am the hand of Justice, with finger poised to test, I am a bigger, badder, better bane than Bernard Goetz. You shouldn't have messed with me Now I'm a trigger-happy, would be vigilante You shouldn't have messed with me. And if I had the chance to do it all again I wouldn't change a thing. I wouldn't change a thing.