Do You Want to Fight Me?

Do you want to fight me
With your one good leg?
And do you think you can beat me?
Why don't you wait until you get out of bed?

And you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow
If you break and have some, you can let it flow
You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar
Your a bit combustible, don't break

So you want to fight me
With your one good eye?
And do you think you can beat me?
Oh come on, come on

Now your holding back the candy like one-year-old
If you break and have some, you can let it flow
You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar
You're a bit combustible don't break

Something wicked this way comes:
Is it God's or is it yours?
It's a bit uncomfortable
Oh, don't kill the messenger

When you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow
If you break and have some, you can let it flow
You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar
You're a bit combustible, don't break my heart

So, you want to fight me?
Well, you said you want to fight me?
Oh, come on, come on