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