The Angry Cry Of The Angry Pie

You want a piece of me?

I'm like a razorblade

I'm like a pound of blubber smothering a live grenade

These are the days when the TV always stays on

The show keeps running after the audience has all gone home



I'm like a vampire with this taste for blood

Without the makeup and the cape I'm just a fucking hood

These are the nights that none of us will live to forget

Laying face down as the monkeys rain down



She's one of the guys pounding that beat all night

When the blood and all the makeup dries

You were first in line



You want a piece of me?

Then join the daisy chain

I'm like a fucking band leader for the hit parade

I'm cracked like a speaker and I speak like a cracker



These are the trip wires and I'm a loaded gun

And you're the burning fires, the burning tires, the days have come

I did not believe it til I smelled it then I had to see it



Did you know you're my motherfucking hero?

But the wind beneath these wings is burnt and stale



You want a piece of me?

Well come on!