Jello Biafra & The Guantanamo School Of Medicine - Road Rage lyrics

I hate my wife I hate my kids I hate my job I hate this town I hate my cable bills I hate my phone Won't leave me alone I hate the rich I hate the poor It's your fault That's why it's time For road rage I get flustered every day Off my meds and off the rails Since my insurance went away I hate the homeless I hate my home Always feel like I'm falling Like that guy in "Falling Down" That's why it's time for Road rage Road rage Road rage I hate my car I hate you Endless seas of tail lights That never ever f**ing move That's why it's time For road rage To a phone booth Phone doesn't work I jerk off my necktie And rip open my shirt A Superman shield I drew with markers on my chest I am the greatest Who cares if I'm the best? Judgment day let me down I'm going postal I'm going to school Going day trading Going to make my day too I hate the malls And I hate credit cards I hate my neighbors They got dogs in their yards I hate everything you do I hate everything I do I hate everything about everything And that's the f**ing truth Road rage Road rage