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