my father

used to tell

this story

when he was

younger

he punched

my grandmother

and the judge

told him

his only crime

was using a closed

fist

so excuse me

if i'm angry

at the world

and excuse me

if i have all

this

pent up

aggression

and it might

be a weakness

to blame it

on the pretense

but

when it's all

you've ever known

and it's how

you learned

to grow

can you expect

me to be

anything but

angery

when this

world's never

been

my stage

and i'm so

pent up

with rage

and you make

the mistake

of making it

with me

can you blame

the consequence

on anyone

but yourself

when i put

you

on a shelf

and i put

me

in the front

of every-one

else

but you see

it's like this

it's dirty

and insane

and mundane

and it's nothin

that you've

ever

seen before

and yet

this refrain

rolls around

in your brain

it's exactly

the same

as it was yesterday

and repeat

and deny

you fall down

and you cry

that the world

can't see you

or all you hope to do

build em up

build em high

block out

the sun

refute the sky

circle round

for the day

you make the

same mistake

inevitability