Angry lyrics

Artist  : Mccartney Paul 
Song : Angry



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														   What the hell gives you the
right to tell me what to do with my life?

 Especially when you made a mess of every chance
you have of success.

 Look at you... just look at you. I said I'm
angry just looking at you.

 

 I'm sick and tired of sitting back and
listening

 To all of your clap-trap.

 If you could get me to take the rap I
garantee

 You'd leave me with a backslap.

 Push me to the left, push me to the right,

 Try to make me out of my way.

 Even if you kick me off the edge of the
world,

 You're still going to hear me say...

 

 What the hell gives you the right to tell me
what to do with my life?

 Especially when you made a mess of every chance
you have of success.

 Look at you. Oh look at you. I said I'm angry
just looking at you.

 

 Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down
again.

 Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down
again.

 

 I can't bagin to tell you all the reasons

 Why you're makng me crazy.

 I've got so many answers.

 Like you're stupid, like you're crooked,

 Like you're lazy.

 Hit me with your left, hit me with your
right,

 Hit me from the top to the toe.

 Even when you chew me up and spit me out,

 I'm still going to want to know.

 

 What the hell gives you the right to tell me
what to do with my life?

 Especially when you made a mess of every chance
you have of success.

 Look at you... look at you. I said I'm angry
just looking at you.

 

 Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down
again.

 Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down
again...

 

 What the hell gives you the right?