The twenty first century, frustrations everywhere,
a man smashes a chair into pieces a man pulls out his hair.
A man jumps up and down upon a table,
a man shouts he does not bloody care.
A man, short of temper and often in despair.
A man annoyed at the world and aggravated by everything,
a man who is worn out but all he can do is shout,
and wave his fists in the air,
wave his fists in the air whilst swearing at the sky,
why God why why God why do you not bloody care?!!
Why God do you not bloody care?!!!