Rage, My Alibi

Nice and clean
I can see my things
All lined up
Labeled, neat, intact
All in place
So that I can aim
And wreck it all

It took a while
To align and pile
Now I’ll wreck it all
This mess annoys me
But order drives me crazy
Can’t stand a noisy place
But silence makes me nervous
If I catch that mosquito
I’ll tear its wings real slow
That phone’s ringing forever
Why do you take so long

I’ve got this one tool in my hand
And plenty of ways
To repeat the same mistake
I’ve got a hammer in my hand
And everywhere
Everything becomes a nail
I’ve got a hammer in my hand
And everywhere
Everything becomes a nail

This whole load stresses me
Vacation makes me anxious
To obey frustrates me
To lead is too much trouble
I hate to not been seen
But spotlights kill my speech
My hands shake from caffeine
Let’s have a coffee just to chill
By day I defocus and daydream
At night thoughts kill my sleep
All day I wait for it to quit
At night I’m raging, still

I’ve got this one tool in my hand
And plenty of ways
To repeat the same mistake
I’ve got this one tool in my hand
And plenty of ways
To repeat the same mistake
I’ve got a hammer in my hand
And everywhere
Everything becomes a nail

I’ve got a hammer in my hand
And everywhere
Everything becomes a nail
Everything becomes a nail
To repeat the same mistake

Finally all is at its place
So that I can aim
And wreck it all
All my ghosts I fight
Till the day I die
Rage, my alibi