Woke up this morning. All I can see is red. It's like this everyday til the time I go to bed. Woke up for my coffee fix, the sleep still in my eyes. Smoke a million cigarettes 'til the fury just subsides. I really should get up baby what's the hurry? I get my stomach pumped rid of all the fury. I see the people stare I know they can smell my fear. I read the comic page 'til the people disappear. The leather and the scratch, the beating of the wings. Another bottle down the hatch for the solitude it brings. I really should get up baby what's the hurry? I get my stomach pumped rid of all the fury. It's not the terrorists, political persuasion. No drugs no therapist sexual frustration. It's not my childhood or lack of confidence. It's just a fury that replaced my innocence. I really should get up baby what's the hurry? I get my stomach pumped rid of all the fury. I keep on fucking up baby not to worry. I am not giving up just giving up the fury. If I could say my prayers and make it go away. Pretend that I don't care look the other way. But I keep on waking up with anger in my spit. I think what really sucks is I'm responsible for it I'll keep on digging 'til I've dug a deeper hole, 'Til I can muster up a little self control. I really should get up baby what's the hurry? I get my stomach pumped rid of all the fury.