Angry Man

Through the walls I can hear him shouting

Giving his emotions an outing

Does he know that his anger

Can be heard throughout the street?

I'm pretty sure that he's alone

Maybe he's shouting down the telephone

Or perhaps, just perhaps

He could be shouting at me

From the sound of his words he's furious

And though his anger leaves me curious

I try to ignore the things I hear him say

He's raging like a forest fire

And he never ever seems to tire

Hope I never get in his way

He's taking a break for his dinner now

I can hear him crash about

Pots and pans and cupboard doors

Treated like enemies

I wonder what has him so worked up,

As he takes out his rage on a coffee cup

I hear it smash against my wall

And hope he wasn't aiming for me

From the sound of his words he's enraged

Like a tiger trapped in a cage

I try to ignore the things I hear him say

He's got a mouth like danny dyer

And he's got a voice like a hairdryer

Hope I never have to get in his way

So now I'm putting together an action plan

Step one: Move away from this angry man

Step two: Find a new house, the perfect fit

For my 18-piece stadium rock drum kit.