Interpret:

Jello Biafra

Album:

White People And The Damage Done

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 fucking 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 goin' postal
I'm goin' to school
Goin' day tradin'
Gonna 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 fucking truth


Road rage
Road rage
Road rage