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