Tim Minchin - Angry lyrics

don't think.. I think I repress a lot of stuff like, not just my anxiety and stuff but my anger and things... Like... I- I'm really non-confrontational So I tend not to tell people when I'm feeling cross with them and whatever, and I think surely... I suffer because I don't wanna... hurt other peoples feelings or something. I went and saw a psychologist recently and talked to him about this, and he agreed that I need to find a way to express myself more... you know, when I feel angry with people. So what he said I should do was write my feelings down. That way.. expressing myself without confrontation. So I've done that, I've written some of my feelings down in a poem. I think it might help if I could do it for you guys. The poem is called Angry.. or, or or.. in brackets feet... Bit nervous... Sometimes... Sometimes I get a bit angry, But you couldn't tell. No you couldn't tell, unless you looked real closely. Sometimes I get a big angry. But it's alright, yes it's alright, because I keep it out of sight. Inside, deep inside. I breast-fed until I was 9. Which my ...QUACK... Doctor, says is fine. And he also thinks I'd deal with anger better if I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter. My mother was a ...REAL fu*kING b*tch... caring lady. She taught me all I know. Although i was a little slow, she never gave up, she never let me ...SLAP... down. Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbours house when my dad was out of town. I didn't walk 'til I was 7, or talk 'til I was 10. But neither did Napolean, according to my ...QUACK fu*kING... doctor. Who has certificates in frames to substantiate his ..DODGY fu*kING... claims. My father left my mother, for the love of a ...POONTANG... nother. And I have a ...ba*tard... brother who I've never really known. Because m'dad moved out to colac BULLsh*t YOU FAT c*nt... telephone. In primary school I had trouble making ...ASHTRAYS... friends. An issue which has become somewhat of a trend. The origin of which I cannot pretend has not perplexed me. Although my ...QUACK, fu*kING... doctor says it's cool and that loads of ...FAT FREAKS... fu*k YOU!... kids at school have problems with communication. And that a course of medication would be wise, And combined with more honest self-expression, could help me with my issues with emotional repression. And at 90 bucks a session, I think I'll take the ...THIEVING, QUACK, ba*tard... lovely chaps advice. So I quite like ...PORN... Photography. And books on ...GUNS... History. and I'd like to be a ...POLITICIAN... vet. And I feel as I get older, I'm more in control of my violent tendencies and when I die ...KILL... die I'll have no regrets And I feel that all this writing is really ...POOFY... exciting, and my ...QUACK, DOC, QUACK, fu*kING... Doctor would be proud. Because I feel a lot less angry, and I'm saying stuff out loud, and I'm letting anger out. Like today in our last session; when I taught the ...QUACK... c*nt a lesson. 'cuz he said I'm not progressing, said I wasn't moving forward. So I said, "well let's see how you move without your f**ing legs." And I tied him to his chair, and I pulled out my machete. And I listened to him beg, And then I cut his f**ing feet off. And while he lay there bleeding, I used his feet... to kick him in the head. Thank you ...GIGGLING c*ntS... very much.