Angry Song

Pick up the phone Please, tell me you're home The monsters are gone The wardrobe is closed Where's my guitar? They hate when I sing So, f*ck my guitar, yeah F*ck everything Mm, mm Mm, mm String's on a twist My ass they can kiss They're making me sick Just go suck my dick No singing past ten You can't stay in your bed So, f*ck mom and dad I'm going real mad Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm