Don't Kill My Rage

This is it, your resting place.
All that is left is to put on a brave face.
A brown carpet will hide all stains
And alcohol will hide troubling pains.

So I spent my youth rehearsing for old age.
And every day is a new bar in your cage.

Don't you ever try.
Don't kill my rage.

You've got to face the truth your world's gone wrong.
Left on the shelf with your best before date long gone.
"Sorry" is the only word in this town.
Say something more and you're bound to be shouted down.

So I spent my youth rehearsing for old age.
And every day is a new bar in your cage.

Now lock the door and let the city win.
This isn't me. It's "MR. I-GAVE-IN"

No it's not a stage.
So don't even try to kill my rage.