Death of a Bike Thief

I'm a thug tonight
 Full of piss and spite
 When I'm feeling like being impolite
 'Cause some fuck stole my bike
 And I had to walk here tonight
 So I'm looking for an unfair fight
 (One, two, three, four)
 Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
 Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
 You wanna see my inner hooligan?
 Just make me walks the streets again
 Without my two-wheel temple
 I miss my, my bicycle
 Was all I had
 And now she's in
 Another man's hands
 Heading for the pawn
 In Oregon
 We had good times - bye, babe, so long
 (One, two, three, four)
 Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
 Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
 You wanna see my inner hooligan?
 Just make me walks the streets again
 Without my two-wheel temple
 I miss my, my bicycle
 Was all I ever, ever had
 It was all I had
 So now you die
 Now you die
 Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now it's totally gutted, you know? You know, it's got cracked rims and a waterlogged seat and no rear cog - only one pedal, actually only one left handlebar too, and her frame was cracked, and her chain was all rusty,
 and her tires were flat, her spokes were missing and shit, but, man, she was mine and I fucking miss her, you know?
 Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
 Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
 You wanna see my inner hooligan?
 Just make me walks the streets again
 Without my two-wheel temple
 I miss my, my bicycle
 Was all I had
 So now you die
 Now you die
 Die, motherfucker
 Die, motherfucker
 Die, motherfucker
 Die, motherfucker, die