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 ass, 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, fucking fight, fight, fight! It`s contradicting who he wants to be.
[Chorus:]
Who do you think you are?
Acting like an asshole 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.
Fucking dick, i don`t wanna think about it, cause i don`t fucking care anymore.
It makes me sick, it makes you look fucking stupid when they kick your drunk ass 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]
<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Karen (karenmiller@hotmail.com)</b> for these lyrics</font>