Punching Bag

They all told me
Come on down
And stay for awhile
In our quaint town
Of Panera Bread city
Where I go
Where the girls are pretty
But the grass don't grow
Yeah
Oh, I'm just a man
See what I mean
Kickin' up cans
And livin' my dream
As I look to the future
Trough my past
I long for California
As my dreams amass
Yeah
So I crank my amp
Up high as I can
Pray to god
And gather my friends
Stop being a
Punching bag to the world
I'll steal the stage
And hold my girl
Yeah
Had some stoners
At my school
Asked where they were
I played the fool
Such uptight dicks
Can't learn to chill
Just smoked meth
For the thrill
Yeah
So I crank my amp
Up high as I can
Pray to god
And gather my friends
Stop being a
Punching bag to the world
I'll steal the stage
And hold my girl
Yeah
I'm a punching bag
(Not anymore)
I'm a punching bag
I'm a punching bag
(Not anymore)
I'm a punching bag
I'm a punching bag
(Not any more)
I'm a punching bag
I'm a punching bag
(Not anymore no!)
Oh!
So I crank my amp
Up high as I can
Pray to god
And gather my friends
Stop being a
Punching bag to the world
I'll steal the stage
And hold my girl
Crank my amp
Up high as I can
Pray to god
And gather my friends
Stop being a
Punching bag to the world
Steal the stage
And hold my girl
Yeah