Mindless Self Indulgence - Angry Boy lyrics

Well, its a Saturday, in July 1992. Its gotta be like 3 o clock or some sh**.  I hate everybody, and the more I think about it, the more I hate em. And its just people, man. Its the f**ing people. I mean, I looked in the mirror and I said, that looks cool, man, you look like an ugly motherf**er. Like a skinny little weirdo. How can I walk around town the way I am, knowing that I know who I am and you people looking at me like I dont know who the f** I am? That, uh, I expect all of you, to realize who I am. And thats me being unreasonable. I dont like to let people make me make the decisions by looking at them and saying I think theyre saying this.  But they give me this attitude like Like I dont know what the f** Im doing. Bugs the sh** out of me, man. You know? I keep moving and moving and trying to stay a step ahead of people, even if its a step ahead in a direction that no ones going to go. Not because theyre frightened, but because no ones going to go that way. And you need a lot of directions to go forward to go.  I cant stand it, Im so f**ing picky. Thats the way I am with my music. My sh** comes in, and Im like, yeah man, thats a nasty song. And now its like Alright. Done. In a sense of like, man, when I first did it, it sounded cool, and I know it sounds cool, and I know if I play it for people theyd go holy sh**, thats a nasty song, man. That sounds like f**ing on steroids and sh**. But, its not that. Its the fact that I I hear these new things every time I f**ing do something, you know? And then I lay them down and there they are, and then I move on.  And its so f**ing hard, when you gotta be the f**ing everything at once. I mean, do anything, motherf**er, and get this sh** out. 92, how long have you been doing this sh**? Youve been doing the sh** youve been doing for a year. And then, youve got some nasty sh**, let me tell you. Youve always had sh** coming out of you. That was never a problem. The problem was being able to a**ociate it with yourself. Now you know what you are. Next thing you do is to make everybody else know who you are, f**er. You put things together that dont go together, thats what its all about. Creating is putting things together that dont go together, and you make something else.  Because its all about progress, motherf**er. I am progress. Get off of your f**ing lazy a** and make something better than I made. Thats the thing. Its mostlyno, thats not me that Im so worried about. Its not, Im not worried about who I am more than Im worried about who Im not. And I mean, you know, maybe I look like a f**ing idiot; maybe its not the next thing. Im not saying that Im trying to get hip on the hip thing. Its all - its not a matter of fate, its a matter of choice. I mean, thats one thing I got. I think I will never lose that. I may not always be Angry Boy. My music may not always be Hard edged or soft edged. Or weird, or not weird. Or straightforward, you know? But the one thing I will have, not to sound f**ing hokey, is definite f**ing complain-able sense of humor. Definitely different, Ill give you that.  And besides all of that bullsh**, is I know what Im doing. Nobody ever trusted that I knew what I was doing. Ever since the beginning of f**ing time, nobody thinks I know what Im doing. I know what Im doing! You know, If you dont do your homework, youre gonna fail, you know that? What do you think? What do you f**ing think? If you dont go to college youre not gonna get a good job, youre not gonna be able toyoure not gonna get a great education, nobodys going to hire you. No sh**! I know this! I know what goes on, and Ive made my choices.  And its frustrating to look at this world and say, Hey look, you f**ing a**holes, Im just being me, motherf**er and I gotta tell you how I am. Its likeoh, man, I could go on for days and days on this sh**. Im not going to go on on that, Im still f**ing pissed at this sh**. But, I dont give a sh**. So, thats the end of that.