I can't remember how I got this way
I guess I was born with a hockey mask on Come on you $#&@ers, won't you make my day I'll give you a taste of my cricket bat, son I don't respect no hoods 'cause crime's for the lazy I could have gone pro, but I'm $#&@ing crazy I'll cut off your balls, and break all your bones I'm mother $#&@ing Casey Jonez I'm like a goalie with no goal to tend No $#&@er would ever dare to score on me If you're no Turtle, then you ain't my friend And you had best be a afraid of me I've no regrets; I don't believe in grief I've got no puck, so I will use your teeth I'll cut off your balls, and break all your bones I'm mother $#&@ing Casey Jonez Hey Bogey, who died and made you referee Now that was a crime, you purse-grabbing pukes And this here's the penalty I'll cut off your balls and break all your bones I'll cut off your balls and break your mother $#&@ing bones I'm mother $#&@ing Casey Jonez