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

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 my bed
So, fuck mom and dad, I'm going real mad