Angry - 1993 Digital Remaster

What the hell gives you the right

To tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess

Of every chance you had to success

Look at you, just look at you

I said, "I'm angry just looking at you"

Oh, come on

Yeah, I'm sick and tired of sitting back

And listening to all of your clap-trap

If you could get me to take the rap

I guarantee, you'd leave me with a backslap

Push me to the left, push me to the right

Try to take me out of the way

Even if you kick me off the edge of the world

You're still gonna hear me say

What the hell gives you the right

To tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess

Of every chance you had to success

Look at you, oh, look at you

I said, "I'm angry just looking at you"

Shouting down, shouting down

Shouting down again, mama

Shouting down again

Shouting down again, mama

Shouting down again

Shouting down, shouting down

I can't begin to tell you

All the reasons why you're making me crazy

I've got so many answers

Like you're stupid, like you're crooked, like you're lazy

Hit me with your left, hit me with your right

Hit me from the top to the toe

Even when you chew me up and spit me out

I'm still gonna wanna know

What the hell gives you the right

To tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess

Of every chance you had to success

Look at you, look at you

I said, "I'm angry just looking at you"

Lookin', shoutin', come on

Shouting down again, mama

Shouting down again

Shouting down again, mama

Shouting down again

Let me tell you

Come on, baby

Shouting down, shouting down

Angry, baby, angry, baby

What the hell gives you the right?