Rage To the Bottom

Well I don't mean to be hateful
But there's just too many fucking people in this shitty world
Who'd wanna live in a city
Five million pricks trying to fit in
Like Melbourne what a fucking shithole
You can't move for slobby cunts
Can't breathe without hacking up
Boxed in chicks in a hen hut
And I'm always getting hounded
And I never seem to handle it well when arseholes try to run me off the road

But am I bringing it on myself
Am I bringing it on myself
Fuck knows
Am I bringing it on myself
You're only bringing it on yourself
You know this

It makes me so fuckin miserable
Might as well be invisible
A meat machine a speed hump lookalike
And I'm gonna strangle someone
If I crash into another slumped forehead on a fucking phone

But am I bringing it on myself
Am I bringing it on myself
Fuck knows
Am I bringing it on myself
You're only bringing it on yourself
You know this

Angry you're just angry
But you don't count
Oh you're angry so fucking angry
But you don't count

You're only bringing it on yourself
You're only bringing on yourself
Oh no
Only bringing it on yourself
You're only bringing it on yourself
You now this know this
Know this oh no



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Luttrell
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