51-7 - Camper Van Beethoven

I’ve been through all kinds of changes

Cut my hair, dyed it black in stages

Been in trouble with the law

But that’s all

Over now

Ready for the big time, 51−7

Left home, don’t think my father or brothers ever noticed

Mom, half-baked on weed and Scientology

My father?

Well, don’t you never mind

I’m ready for the big time, 51−7

You think you’re strong enough

You think you’re tough enough

You think you got what it’s take

Until you’re 51−7

You think you’re smart enough

You think you know everything

But you don’t know anything

Until you’re 51−7

Nothing to believe in except for god and country

Can’t stand to see them pushed around, messed with, or fucked up

It’ll give me a chance to show the world what I’m made of

Come on, come on, 51−7

You think you’re tough enough

You think you’ve seen everything

But you ain’t seen anything

Until you’re 51−7

You think you’re smart enough

You think you know everything

But you don’t know anything

Until you’re 51−7

You think you’re strong enough

You think you’re tough enough

You think you’ve got what it takes

To be 51−7

You think you’re smart enough

You think you know everything

But you don’t know shit… for brains

Until you’re 51−7