I feel like ruining whatever I can
I don’t want to behave or have manner’s mild
My namesake stands true
Oh messy nasty Disaster Child

I don’t want to behave or be good
I want to mess with your life, ***** with your head
I don’t want anyone to get hurt
Definitely don’t want anyone dead

If I hurt others, I can’t have more fun
I get locked up, and left alone
Gone are the days of the noose
Or the hail of stone

I want to be free but mischievous as a thought
So I can’t do anything that will cause great harm
Or…maybe I could; I simply can’t get caught