Mad

Your self-control, is such a joke.
Your teenage son, you love to choke.
When you get pissed, you beat your chest
Your dog has bought a Kevlar vest.

Punch on, punch on
Don’t lay it on me, don’t fight.

Each day you’re drunk by nine a.m.
Your family’s scared, you’ll slaughter them
I’m telling you just watch your rage
We’ll breathe well when you’re in a cage

Well you ran over a puppy
When you drove your wife to work
And even Ma Theresa
Would think that you’re a jerk

Because you’re mad, you’re mad –come on
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-you know it
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-come on, you know
And the whole world’s scared to get in your way
And you know that it’s because
You’re mad.

Your honeymoon, just for a lark
Was spent real near, central Iraq.
A nuthouse cell-just 2x2
Was put aside, waiting for you
You think you’re hard, think you’re a man
You beat up kids, just ‘cause you can

Well you have a way with women
And I think that’s really true
Every time you try to ‘get some’
You end up on the news

Because you’re mad, you’re mad –come on
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-you know it
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-come on, you know
Cause they call you crazy, angry or nuts
But they’re all just words to say
You’re mad.

If they locked you up tomorrow
This could be a better place
If they don’t I’d better carry
An extra can of mace.

Because you’re mad, you’re mad –come on
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-you know it
You know you’re mad, you’re mad-come on, you know
When you find yourself on Dr Phil’s show
You’ll just have to face the fact:
You’re mad.