RAGE

Rage, rage
Rage is a funny place
Full of loose hand grenades
Where every hand is spades

Violence in the open space
Clear and bright as day
So you can't hide away
From it

Rage in the pen
In the now in the then
From the mouths of the men
Who I won't lend a second thought to
Rage, rage

I know that you like my style
I look like this on purpose
You don't wanna see me smile
I bite, I promise

Rage in the pen
In the now in the then
From the mouths of the men
Who I won't lend a second thought to

Tell me that it's no big deal
Then leave your boot prints on my rights
And tell me how to feel
Well how I feel tonight is
Rage

Rage is a scarlet gown
And it's been handed down
Long as the world was round
Roll up your stockings now
Rage doesn't make a sound
Nothing so unprofound as it

Rage in the pen
In the now in the then
From the mouths of the men
Who I won't lend a second thought to

I know that you like my-my-my-my
Style
I know that you like my-my-my-my
Rage