Black Label Society

You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad.
13 Years Of Grief, is all your folks ever had.
Just and ignorant c*nt, talking such shit.
Tryin' to act act like a man,
You little fuckin' punk kid.
Yeah! Son, look at you now!
Yeah! Son, look at you now!
Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge.
Half a year, nothing less. No he wouldn't budge.
Hand over your belongins, and your motherfuckin' soul.
That's the joy of life,
Six months in the hole.
Yeah! Son, look at you now!
Yeah! Son, look at you now!
(solo)
You wrecked your mother, yeah you beat her down.
Teachers can't protect you, when your friends are 'round.
What's so tough, so motherfuckin' bad.
13 Years Of Grief, is all your folks ever had.
Yeah! Son, look at you now!
Yeah! Son, look at you now!