(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
`Cuz 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