Vigilante — текст песни (barstool prophets)

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 crass,
But I`d rather kick your ass
If it would serve to help me turn the tide.
I`d kick your ass 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 assured, 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.