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