(SchmitLynch)
You got your quota
What did you buy?
You always were a by the numbers guy
They brought you power on a silver tray
But, now you fade away
Where's the weapon for your crime?
Where you gonna run, where will the body hide?
You know the secret but I know the score
I'm not angry anymore
Think I'm gonna wash these stains from my hand
Leave all that rage for a younger man
'Cuz I'm through
With the likes of you
Here's your hat, there's the door
I'm not angry anymore
You get cranky when you're ignored
I can't help it if you're feeling bored
Don't take offense at my thought for the day
Please just go away
So I'm through
With the likes of you
Here's your hat, there's the door
I'm not angry anymore
Maybe you could try therapy
Put some real in your reality
Maybe with time you might find yourself
But for now go bug someone else
I'm through
With the likes of you
Here's your hat, there's the door
I'm not angry anymore
No--I'm not angry anymore
No, no, no, no more
no more
no more
Bye, bye
