Lyrics

When a foot hits the yard, come and break it slow
You're gonna get it now, there's no more patience
And when we throw you out, you're gonna wish you stood here with us now
I can't control it now, the tempers are rising
Being stepped on is a great offense that calls for fighting
Whatcha gonna do now, that everything is bigger
You better be careful (not mess around with) where you put your finger (down)
The hoaxes lining up too careful for display,
to the tune of millions more that wanted it this way