Days Of Rage

(альбом: TRB Two - 1979)

Seeing is believing a feeling
And something needs seeing to fast
I've had seventeen years of nowhere
Now they're trying to put me out to grass
Well I've always been a bit of a loner
And never had a life of my own
Coming of age I'm feeling the rage
That I never had the bottle to show

Every year of bitter submission
Been plotting my bitter revenge
The endless humiliations
Gonna tear their eyes to pieces
Same way you treated the Peaches
Breaking their hearts and their bones
Now you gonna face the hatred
Of the dog you wouldn't have in your home

Now I'm coming out in the open
I ain't about to step on the rail
Footsteps follow on the tube train
But God help the man on my tail
Every one of you can take it or leave it
But you'd better get out of my way
I'm a jackal on the ultimate rampage
And a killer at the end of the day

Watch out wild women doctors
Witch hunt's out with the pack
Even if you're high and mighty
You gonna feel that steely backstab
This time I mean to get even
It's the last time I mean to be hurt
They'll never get to figure what hit them
Unless they get a gun to me first