Bolt cutters and the family name
A buzz killer, self-proclaimed
I got steel toes, gunmetal
I got a big green light and a gas pedal
High speed going nowhere fast
Inches ahead of the backlash
I talk a big game, catwalk-it
Ten bucks to my name in my hip pocket
You can take me outta the fight
You can take me outta the fight
But you can't take the fight outta me
Sledgehammer, how do you do
I'm a wrecking ball, I swing right through
I got horsepower, wound tight
Shooting thirty-ought-six when I backbite
A dull blade, against the grain
You double down when I jerk your chain
You're a tall-talker, but you can't hack it
I didn't even break a sweat in my leather jacket
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Bolt cutters and the family name
A buzz killer, self-proclaimed
I got steel toes, gunmetal
I got a big green light and a gas pedal
High speed going nowhere fast
Inches ahead of the backlash
I talk a big game, catwalk-it
Ten bucks to my name in my hip pocket
You can take me outta the fight
You can take me outta the fight
But you can't take the fight outta me
Sledgehammer, how do you do
I'm a wrecking ball, I swing right through
I got horsepower, wound tight
Shooting thirty-ought-six when I backbite
A dull blade, against the grain
You double down when I jerk your chain
You're a tall-talker, but you can't hack it
I didn't even break a sweat in my leather jacket
A buzz killer, self-proclaimed
I got steel toes, gunmetal
I got a big green light and a gas pedal
High speed going nowhere fast
Inches ahead of the backlash
I talk a big game, catwalk-it
Ten bucks to my name in my hip pocket
You can take me outta the fight
You can take me outta the fight
But you can't take the fight outta me
Sledgehammer, how do you do
I'm a wrecking ball, I swing right through
I got horsepower, wound tight
Shooting thirty-ought-six when I backbite
A dull blade, against the grain
You double down when I jerk your chain
You're a tall-talker, but you can't hack it
I didn't even break a sweat in my leather jacket
Writer: Brent Layman, Rebecca Lovell
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management