Windshield

Yeah just turn back around before I plant my fist right into your skull.
And I’m so sick of seeing you around and I’m sick of your shit.
Hey dude it’s nothing personal anymore. That was high school then, we’ve all changed since then.
So just turn away before you end up a bloody mess.
So just turn away before you end up a bloody mess.

And this may sound a little messed up, I hope you think it does.
I’d watch your head go through a windshield, yeah just for fun.

So shut your mouth, nothing you say means anything to anybody around here.
Maybe you’ll take me seriously this time when your face down on the ground.

And then I’ll kick back the dirt in your face. You’ll never mess with me again.
Tie this rope around your neck, I’ll put you to an end.
So stay away from here
Don’t even make a sound
Don’t let me see you around.