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, fuck my guitar, yeah Fuck 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, fuck mom and dad I'm going real mad Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm --- Angry Song - beabadoobee