Ernie Botts + The Miseries
Текст песни Anger Management

Don't start a riot you can't handle
Don't mistake my long hair and sandals
To mean I'm a pacifist
Fuck with me now and you're gonna get

Anger management
Anger management
Anger management

Groceries and laundromats
Kicking dogs and throwing cats
Breaking my hands on the wall
This time I'm getting sick of it all
It's time to go angry driving
But first I'm gonna have to count to ten

One the number of days it took to love her
Two the number of beat downs she had to endure
Three the number of lessons I made sure she learned

I know I can't I just can't take this
Gotta keep on counting before I get pissed

Seven the number of bruises she got every day
Eight oh shit man I'm leaving too late
Nine days ago when she finally left me
Ten gimme the keys out the door
I'm gonna get her back that fucking whore

Angry driving, angry driving
Gonna drive far, gonna drive fast
Keep my damn foot on the gas

Got in front, flip some fucker off
Oh, fuck man, here comes the cop
I'm only doin' one twenty in an eighty five
If you pull me over you won't get out alive
It's not like I'm asking to fight
But you caught me on the wrong goddamn night

I'm in love