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 bit angry But it's alright, yes it's alright Cause I keep it out of sight Inside, deep inside
I breast fed 'til I was nine Which my QUACK... doctor says is fine And he also says I'd deal with anger better If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter
My mother was a STUPID BITCH... caring lady She taught me all I know Although I was a little slow, she never gave up She never let me Slut down Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbour's house When my dad was out of town
I didn't walk 'til I was seven, or talk 'til I was ten But neither did Napoleon, according to my QUACK fucking doctor Who has certificates in frames To substantiate his Dodgy Fucking... claims
My father left my mother for the love of a PANTANG... nother And I have a Bastard brother who I've never really known Because me dad moved up to Queensland And he doesn't have a Bullshit You Fat Cunt... telephone
In primary school I had trouble making ASHTRAYS... friends An issue which has become somewhat of a trend The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me Although my Quack Fucking doctor says it's cool And that loads of "Fat Prick!" "SHUT UP I'm NOT FAT"... kids at school Have problems with communication And that of course some medication would be wise And combined with more honest self expression Could help me with my issues with emotional repression And at a hundred and eighty bucks a session I think I'll take the Theiving Wank BASTARD chap's advice
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... and when I die I'll have no regrets
And I feel that all this writing Is really Poofy exciting And my Quack... Quack 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 a lesson 'Cause he said I'm not progressing Said I wasn't moving forward So I said, "Let's see how you move without your fucking 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 fucking feet off And while he laid there bleeding I used his feet to kick him in the head...