Angry

(álbum: Press To Play - 1986)

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 at success
Look at you, just look at you
I said, I'm angry just looking at you
Ah, come on

Well, I'm sick and tired of sitting back and listening to all of your clap-trap (Clap-trap)
If you could get me to take the rap, I guarantee you'd leave me with a backslap (Backslap)
Push me to the left, push me to the right, try to take me out of the way
Even when 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 at 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
Shouting down, shouting down

I can't begin to tell you all the reasons why you're making me crazy (Crazy)
I've got so many answers, like you're stupid, like you're crooked, like you're lazy (Lazy)
Hit me with your left, hit me with your right, kick me from the top to the toe
Even when you chew me up and spit me out, I'm still gonna 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 had at success
Look at you, look at you
I said, I'm angry just looking at you
Looking, shouting, oh

Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again
Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again

Shouting down, shouting down
Angry, angry
What the hell gives you the right?