Rage

(Rage, rage) Rage is a funny place Full of loose hand grenades Where every hand is spades Violence in the open space Clear and bright as day So you can't hide away From it Rage in the pen In the now, in the then From the mouths of the men Who I won't lend a second thought to Rage Rage I know that you like my style I look like this on purpose You don't wanna see me smile I bite, I promise Rage in the pen In the now, in the then From the mouths of the men Who I won't lend a second thought to Tell me that it's no big deal Then leave your boot prints on my rights And tell me how to feel Well, how I feel tonight is Rage Rage is a scarlet gown And it's been handed down Long as the world was round Roll up your stockings now Rage doesn't make a sound Nothing so unprofound as it Rage in the pen In the now, in the then From the mouths of the men Who I won't lend a second thought to I know that you like my, my, my, my Style I know that you like my, my, my, my Rage