Tim Minchin – Angry (Feet)

Tim Minchin – Angry (Feet) Lyrics

Artist: Tim Minchin
Song: Angry (Feet)

Sometimes I get a bit angry
But you couldn’t tell, no you couldn’t tell
Unless you looked real closely
Sometimes I get a bit angry

But it’s alright, yes it’s alright
Cause I keep it out of sight
Inside, deep inside
I breast fed ’til I was nine

Which my (quack) doctor says is fine
And he also says I’d deal with anger better
If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter
My mother was a (stupid b#tch) caring lady

She taught me all I know
Although I was a little slow, she never gave up
She never let me (sl#t) down
Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbour’s house

When my dad was out of town
I didn’t walk ’til I was seven, or talk ’til I was ten
But neither did Napoleon, according to my (quack, f#cking) doctor
Who has certificates in frames

To substantiate his (dodgy, f#cking) claims
My father left my mother for the love of a (poontang)… nother
And I have a (b#stard) brother who I’ve never really known
Because me dad moved up to Queensland

And he doesn’t have a (b#llsh#t, you fat f#ck) telephone
In primary school I had trouble making (ashtrays) friends
An issue which has become somewhat of a trend
The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me

Although my (quack, f#cking) doctor says it’s cool
And that loads of (“Fat prick!” “Shut up, I’m not fat!”) kids at school
Have problems with communication
And that of course some medication would be wise

And combined with more honest self expression
Could help me with my issues with emotional repression
And at a hundred and eighty bucks a session
I think I’ll take the (thieving fat b#stard) chap’s advice

I quite like (p#rn) photography
And books on (guns) history
And I’d like to be a (politician) vet
And I feel as I get older

I’m more in control of my violent tendencies
And when I die (kill)… die
I’ll have no regrets
And I feel that all this writing

Is really (poofy) exciting
And my (quack… quack) doctor would be proud
Because I feel a lot less angry
And I’m saying stuff out loud

And I’m letting anger out
Like today in our last session
When I taught the (quack) a lesson
‘Cause he said I’m not progressing

Said I wasn’t moving forward
So I said, “Let’s see how you move without your f#cking legs”
And I tied him to his chair
And I pulled out my machete

And I listened to him beg
And then I cut his f#cking feet off
And while he laid there bleeding
I used his feet to kick him in the head

Thank you (giggling cunts) very much
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Release Year: 2013