Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things And wanna leave my own life behindNot a yes sir, not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning before the thunderThunder, thunder Thunder, thun', thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder Thunder, thun', thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, thunder Thunder
Kids were laughing in my classes While I was scheming for the masses
Who do you think you are? Dreaming 'bout being a big starThey say you're basic, they say you're easy
You're always riding in the back seat
Now I'm smiling from the stage while
You were clapping in the nose bleedsThunder Thunder, thun', thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder,
thunder Thunder, thun',
thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunderThunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder, thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder, thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder, thunderThunder, thunder, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
