Tim Minchin - Angry (Feet) Lyrics
Sometimes I get a bit angryBut you couldn't tell, no you couldn't tellUnless you looked real closelySometimes I get a bit angryBut it's alright, yes it's alrightCause I keep it out of sightInside, deep insideI breast fed 'til I was nineWhich my QUACK... doctor says is fineAnd he also says I'd deal with anger betterIf I wrote about myself in a poem or a letterMy mother was a STUPID *****... caring ladyShe taught me all I knowAlthough I was a little slow, she never gave upShe never let me Slut downAlthough she spent a lot of time at the neighbour's houseWhen my dad was out of townI didn't walk 'til I was seven, or talk 'til I was tenBut neither did Napoleon, according to my QUACK *****ing doctorWho has certificates in framesTo substantiate his Dodgy *****ing... claimsMy father left my mother for the love of a PANTANG... notherAnd I have a Bastard brother who I've never really knownBecause me dad moved up to QueenslandAnd he doesn't have a Bullshit You Fat Cunt... telephoneIn primary school I had trouble making ASHTRAYS... friendsAn issue which has become somewhat of a trendThe origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex meAlthough my Quack *****ing doctor says it's coolAnd that loads of "Fat Prick!" "SHUT UP I'm NOT FAT"... kids at schoolHave problems with communicationAnd that of course some medication would be wiseAnd combined with more honest self expressionCould help me with my issues with emotional repressionAnd at a hundred and eighty bucks a sessionI think I'll take the Theiving Wank BASTARD chap's adviceI quite like Porn... photographyAnd books on GUNS... historyAnd I'd like to be a POLITICIAN... vetAnd I feel as I get olderI'm more in control of my violent tendenciesAnd when I die KILL... and when I dieI'll have no regretsAnd I feel that all this writingIs really Poofy excitingAnd my Quack... Quack doctor would be proudBecause I feel a lot less angryAnd I'm saying stuff out loudAnd I'm letting anger outLike today in our last sessionWhen I taught the Quack a lesson'Cause he said I'm not progressingSaid I wasn't moving forwardSo I said, "Let's see how you move without your *****ing legs."And I tied him to his chairAnd I pulled out my macheteAnd I listened to him begAnd then I cut his *****ing feet offAnd while he laid there bleedingI used his feet to kick him in the head...
