Ant Smith

Anger

Home Alone

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don't want to have to get up off of my settee

But the bastard record finished unexpectedly

Standing up isn't all it's cracked up to be

With my fuzzy head and my crooked knees

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don't want to have to go out into my garden

But that bloody laundry thief has called around again

Bloody sun bloody shine maybe very nice

But stewing in a stupor is my latest vice

I don't want to call upon them that live next door

But I can hear them rutting through these paper walls

I could be an upright man in this community

If it weren't for the fact I am bloody mean

I don't want to have to walk down to the corner shop

But I need some paper too take a fucking dump

I've even used the pages up in my magazines

They make my arse feel as though it's gonna bloody bleed, 

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,

I don't want to have to travel far and wide

I would much prefer it if I could stay inside

Anger