“I’m as mad as hell – and I’m not going to take this any more”
2 Madder Groove Armada
3 Who Needs Actions When You Got Words Plan B
4 We Are Fucking Angry The King Blues
5 So Hungry, So Angry Medium, Medium
6 The Floor Buck 65
2 Penny For A Thought Saul Williams
3 Alone And Annoyed Eric’s Trip
4 Got This Rage Honkeyfinger
5 Fight Art Brut
6 Bad Luck Hot Chip
7 Open Mind Surgery Culture Shock
It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name
Wait for the perfect change of pace about a minute in – stunning – a perfect pop track:
If I ever needed inspiration,
Right about here’s where i lose my patience,
Do it now, do it now,
Don’t make you feel like, madder, madder, madder
I’d rather merk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue
Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run.
Even if sometimes I feel like getting a gun and running up on every one who hated me from day one. But what’s the point in that?
It’s ironic where the point be at. Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I’d point the gat.
Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back, pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that.
But it ain’t worth it bro.
I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
my outsides ache and my insides stung
from the long leather belt that replaced his tongue
not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes
a white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightening
these were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
my mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
cherades and parades for the raging inferno
what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out? what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out? what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out? how much it gonna cost to buy you out of my mind? penny for a thought.
this would be a normal shouty angst track – if the tune and vocals were not so soft and pleasant – brilliantly twisted.
You fucking fuck
You ain’t got nothing
Bad, bad luck
Bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck, bad luck