Angry again but it comes out so subtly
In a look in a glance
Walking down the street with a chip on my shoulder
Bogged down by this monkey on my back
He's carrying a flame-thrower and he's ready to kill
The universal you that takes all my abuse
One is my enemies one is my parents and one is everyone else
I challenge them all to mortal combat
Kill or be killed that's the motto that I live through
Like a tiger in the forest looking for something to eat
I'll kill anything that breathes
Nothing like spilling blood on green leaves
Cutting the throats of all the people that give me dirty looks
Not in real life just in my head but I think maybe not
Thinking, tinkering, plotting, waiting for the right time to strike
Hate is such a strong word
Maybe that's why I use it all the time
I have to find things to love but that list is so short
Yet finding things to hate that list goes on forever
So full of it my father would have told me to go sit on the pot
Flatulence that shoot fire it smells like shit but the point is made
Sometimes life stinks but once you push through it's like a beautiful flower
Coming up through crap to be something usefull
Probably should have just buried you under the soil
Six feet deep dead with pennies on your eyes
Giving you fare for the ferrymen but look closely
The ride to the underworld is a dollar but you've only got 2 cents
Fucking with you even when you're dead
Man I can't believe that in such a dark piece,
I'm actually sitting here laughing
It gives me joy to hate you and there are just so many of you to point the finger at
I hate you
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