(Schmit/Lynch) You got your quota What did you buy? You always were a by the numbers guy They brought you power on a silver tray But, now you fade away Where's the weapon for your crime? Where you gonna run, where will the body hide? You know the secret but I know the score I'm not angry anymore Think I'm gonna wash these stains from my hand Leave all that rage for a younger man cause I'm through With the likes of you Here's your hat, there's the door I'm not angry anymore You get cranky when you're ignored
I can't help it if you're feeling bored Don't take offense at my thought for the day Please just go away So I'm through With the likes of you Here's your hat, there's the door I'm not angry anymore Maybe you could try therapy Put some real in your reality Maybe with time you might find yourself But for now go bug someone else I'm through With the likes of you Here's your hat, there's the door I'm not angry anymore No--I'm not angry anymore No, no, no, no more No more No more Bye, bye