Days of Rage

Seeing is believing a feeling And something needs seeing to fast I've had seventeen years of nowhere Now they're trying to put me out to grass Well I've always been a bit of a loner And never had a life of my own Coming of age I'm feeling the rage That I never had the bottle to show Every year of bitter submission Been plotting my bitter revenge The endless humiliations - Gonna tear their eyes to pieces Same way you treated the Peaches Breaking their hearts and their bones Now you gonna face the hatred Of the dog you wouldn't have in your home Now I'm coming out in the open I ain't about to step on the rail Footsteps follow on the tube train But God help the man on my tail Every one of you can take it or leave it But you'd better get out of my way I'm a jackal on the ultimate rampage And a killer at the end of the day Watch out wild women doctors Witch hunt's out with the pack Even if you're high and mighty... You gonna feel that steely backstab This time I mean to get even It's the last time I mean to be hurt They'll never get to figure what hit them Unless they get a gun to me first --- Days Of Rage - Tom Robinson Band