Road Rage

I hate my wife
I hate my kids
I hate my job
I hate this town
I hate my cable bills

I hate my phone
Won't leave me alone
I hate the rich
I hate the poor
It's your fault

That's why it's time
For road rage

I get flustered every day
Off my meds and off the rails
Since my insurance went away

I hate the homeless
I hate my home
Always feel like I'm falling
Like that guy in Falling Down

That's why it's time for
Road rage
Road rage
Road rage

I hate my car
I hate you
Endless seas of tail lights
That never ever fucking move

That's why it's time
For road rage

To a phone booth
Phone doesn't work
I jerk off my necktie
And rip open my shirt

A Superman shield
I drew with markers on my chest
I am the greatest
Who cares if I'm the best?

Judgment day let me down

I'm going postal
I'm going to school
Going day trading
Going to make my day too

I hate the malls
And I hate credit cards
I hate my neighbors
They got dogs in their yards

I hate everything you do
I hate everything I do
I hate everything about everything
And that's the fucking truth

Road rage
Road rage