Mad Man

Hold on, I didn't know you could hear it
No I can, that stuff hasn't done a bit of good
Okay, the party's over, okay

Don't you dummies ever understand anything?
You gotta go to school with these others and dropouts
What do you care? You don't learn a goddamn bit
What's the matter with you?"

Dad I can play
And you, I don't know who this guy is, but
He's Spike
I don't need you at all, you come over here
And I don't want you here at night, do you understand?

That's our only time to practice man
Well I don't give a goddamn hell what ya
I come home to relax, I don't want to listen to you
And these other dummies

Okay when you come home we'll stop
I'm home, I've been home for four hours
You didn't tell us to stop then
I'm telling you to stop now and get the hell
That's all you have to do, we're stopping

He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attach you like a crazed bear
But come on in, don't be scared

Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt

You pay the bills, I live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling space
I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door

Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt

You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the clan, I've got to
Change my Nazi dad
Change my Nazi dad
Change my Nazi



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Writer(s): Kurt P Brecht, Peter James Cassidy
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