Trouble

You hurt my mommy

So I'll make you pay

I'll go out to the tool shed

In the dark light of day

I'll get a crowbar

And bash it in your chest

And I'll scream

Like bloody murder

In the name of my mother

And all the rest

I'll take your beer bottles

And smash them over your skull

Because when you mess with me

You're gonna get trouble.

Now you're in jail

So here's what I say:

I'm glad you'll never ever

See the dark light of day