Angry lyrics

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 have of success.
Look at you... just look at you. I said I`m angry just looking at you.

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 garantee
You`d leave me with a backslap.
Push me to the left, push me to the right,
Try to make me out of my way.
Even if you kick me off the edge of the world,
You`re still going to 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 have of success.
Look at you. Oh look at you. I said I`m angry just looking at you.

Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again.
Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again.

I can`t bagin to tell you all the reasons
Why you`re makng 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 going to want to 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 have of success.
Look at you... look at you. I said I`m angry just looking at you.

Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again.
Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again...

What the hell gives you the right
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