Bobby Briggs' way too cool for the kids You got a nice leather jacket Jet black hair you know you're going nowhere You better watch who you're talking to (What?) Bump along with your butcher knife jaw You never listen to your parents Behind cigarette smoke on the inside he chokes Under those cocaine crazy eyes Cold and long another kiss on her tongue You didn't love her but you wouldn't kill her And now your girl's alone with a ghost in your home Who's gonna cause a lot of damage First moment he gets, gonna be 666 And he just now started movin' So you better run quick and stop shooting the shit With the bossman's daughter, yeah