Anger Management
Don't start a riot you can't handle
Don't mistake my long hair and sandals
To mean I'm a pacifist
You fuck with me now, and
You're gonna get
Anger management
Anger management
Anger ma-na-nagement
Grocery stores and laundromats
Kicking dogs and throwing cats
Breaking my hands on the wall
This time, I'm getting sick of it all
It's time to go angry driving
But first I'm gonna have to
Count to ten
One
The number of days it took to love her
Two
The number of beatdowns she had to endure
Three
The number of lessons I made sure she learned
I know, I can't, I just can't take this
Gotta keep on counting before I get pissed
Seven
All the new bruises she got everyday
Eight
Oh shit man, I'm leaving too late
Nine
Days ago when she finally left me
Ten
Gimme the keys, go out the door
I'm gonna get her back, that fucking whore
Angry driving, angry driving
Gonna drive far, gonna drive fast
Keep my damn foot on the gas
Gun it in front, flip some fucker off
Oh fuck man, here comes the cop
I'm only doing one twenty, in an eighty five
If you pull me over you won't get out alive
It's not like I'm asking to fight
But you got me on the wrong goddamn night
I'm in love
Don't mistake my long hair and sandals
To mean I'm a pacifist
You fuck with me now, and
You're gonna get
Anger management
Anger management
Anger ma-na-nagement
Grocery stores and laundromats
Kicking dogs and throwing cats
Breaking my hands on the wall
This time, I'm getting sick of it all
It's time to go angry driving
But first I'm gonna have to
Count to ten
One
The number of days it took to love her
Two
The number of beatdowns she had to endure
Three
The number of lessons I made sure she learned
I know, I can't, I just can't take this
Gotta keep on counting before I get pissed
Seven
All the new bruises she got everyday
Eight
Oh shit man, I'm leaving too late
Nine
Days ago when she finally left me
Ten
Gimme the keys, go out the door
I'm gonna get her back, that fucking whore
Angry driving, angry driving
Gonna drive far, gonna drive fast
Keep my damn foot on the gas
Gun it in front, flip some fucker off
Oh fuck man, here comes the cop
I'm only doing one twenty, in an eighty five
If you pull me over you won't get out alive
It's not like I'm asking to fight
But you got me on the wrong goddamn night
I'm in love
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Writer(s): Chad Carino
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