Angry Boy

Well, it's a Saturday, in July, 1992
It's gotta be like 3 o clock or some shit
I hate everybody, and the more I think about it, the more i hate em
And it's just people man
It's the fucking people
I mean, I looked in the mirror and I said
'That looks cool, man, ou look like an ugly motherfucker
Like a skinny little weirdo"
How can I walk around town the way I am, knowing that i know who i am and you people looking at me like I don't know who the fuck I am
That I expect all of you to realize who i am
And that's me being unreasonable
I don't like to let people make me make the decisions by looking at them and saying
"I think they're saying this"

But they give me this attitude like
Like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing
Bug the shit out of me, man you know?
I keep moving and moving and trying to stay a step ahead of people, even if its a step ahead in a direction that no one's going to go, you know
Not because they're frightened, but because no one's going to go that way
And you need a lot of directions to go foward to go
I can't stand it, I'm so fucking picky
That's the way I am with my music
My shit comes in, and I"m like, 'yeah man, that's a nasty song." And now it's like "
Alright
Done." In a sense of like, man, when I first did it, it sounded cool, and I know it sounds cool, and I know if I play it for people they'd go 'holy shit, that's a nasty song, man
That sounds like fucking on steroids and shit." But it's not that
It's the fact that I, I hear these new things every time I fucking do something, you know?
And then I lay them down and there they are, and then I move on
And it's so fucking hard when you gotta be the fucking everything at once
I mean, do anything, motherfucker, and get this shit out '92, how long have you been doing this shit?
You've been doing the shit you've been doing for a yeah
And then, you've got some nasty shit, let me tell you
You always had shit coming out of you
That was never a problem
The problem was being able to associate it with yourself
Now you know what you are
Next thing you do is to make everybody else know who you are, fucker
You put things together that don't go together, that's what it's all about
Creating is putting things together that don't go together, and you make something else
Because it's all about progress, motherfucker
I am proggress
Get off of your fucking lazy ass and make something better than I made
That's the thing
It's mostly-no, that's not me that I'm so worried about who I am more than I'm worried about who I'm not
And I mean, you know, maybe I look like a fucking idiot, maybe it's not the next thing
I'm not saying I'm trying to get hip
On the hip thing
It's all- its not a matter of fate, its a matter of choice
I mean, that's one thing I got
I think I will never lose that
I may not always be Angry Boy
My music may not always be hard edged, or soft edged
Or weird or not weird
Or straightforward, you know?
But the one thing I will have, not to sound fucking hokey, is definite fucking compain-able sense of humor
Definitely different, I'll give you that
And besides all of that bullshit, is i know what I'm doing
Nobody ever trusted that I knew what I was doing
Ever since the beginning of fucking time, nobody thinks I know what I'm doing
I know what I'm doing! "you know if you don't do your homework, you gonna fail, you know that?"
What do you think?
What do you fucking think?
If you don't go to college you're not gonna get a good job, you're not gonna be able to-you're not gonna get a great education, nobody's going to hire you"
No shit!
I know this!
I know what goes on, and I've made my choices
And it's frustrating to look at this world and say, "hey look, you fucking assholes, I'm just being me, motherfucker" And I gotta tell you how I am
It's like-- oh man, I could go on for days and days on this shit
I"m not going to go on on that, I'm still fucking pissed at this shit
But, I don't give a shit
So that's the end of that



Credits
Writer(s): James Euringer
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