Probably, This Song Can Be Sung By Rage

One word can be herald of your wound
So that you're mood gets waisted
Opressive air goes right through your veins
That way you're get agressive
Special cases take control
When you come to say it all
Well, you're going so straight-line
As you're throwing humble pie

So come! There! Have some rage!
'Cause it's too late to turn the page
Burn! Down! This crazy town!
I'm you're sage, let's have some fun!

Everybody sing to you
A hymn of stomping down you're sight
But then you have a second breath
Allowing you to get up-fired
Special cases take control
When you want to tell them all
Now you're throwing humble pie
Now you are a friend of mine

Come! There! Have some rage!
'Cause it's too late to turn the page
Burn! Down! This f***in' town!
I'm you're sage, let's have some fun!

...One word can be herald
Of your wound so that your mood gets waisted
Oppressive air goes right through your veins
That way you're get agressive!