4th Grade Dropout

I'm not really sure what I'm feeling, or thinking for that matter, right now. But I've decided that as a man, it's my duty to default to Irate. So I've found some suitably angry lyrics.

The chain linked fence
Surrounds the feeble child
Gag your mouth
To hear sweet melodies
Lifted your hand to swing
To swing the chair
Pounding my brain
Love her and tell her
Fuck her and smell her
Don't fall for it
Don't fall for me
Fall child
Just one more thing
Kiss my lips and make me fly
I told you not to fall for it
Kiss my lips and make me fly!

Edit: Nearly 11PM and I've decided to hell with convention, I'm drinking whether there's a pal with me or not. Praise be to the inventor of sinfully cheap, cleaning agent grade, rum. And myself and my mother for holding onto the change long enough to pay for it.