Blues

You gotta hold on to your anger,

Hold on to your anger,

Baby.

You gotta hold on to your anger,

Tie it to your finger,

Baby.

‘Cause if you ever forget,

He’ll try to slit your throat,

He’ll poison all your plants, 

Relatives and goats,

And when he’s wearing your toes,

As a crown on his head,

And when when he’s fucked your best friend,

Your poodle and your horse,

And he’s sent Planet X,

On a collision path with Earth,

Don’t call me,

Don’t call me,

Don’t call me,

Don’t call me.

Unless

You wanna play video games.