You ask me if I'm angry Well, hell yeah, I fucking am Can't help the way God made me But he won't get away with it again My stomach's torn up of gunfire And improvisational white lies It's not sustainable, but it's just traditional And I couldn't hold him if I wanted to So I left my man in the middle of the highway Won't be seen with him cause that's embarrassing He can be such a bitch and it makes me sick (All right) You ask me if I'm angry Well, hell yeah, I fucking am It's been too long since I've gotten laid And longer still since I wanted it The only time I'll open up Is when I'm firing A bad case of the Mondays With no silver lining Flaunting that I'm not the type to be wrong When I've known the type to ruin lives So my eyes are wide I'll let you in on something, baby I can be crazy If you want crazy You say that I look angry Well, hell yeah, you're fucking right Hot pacing the back porch from all the conversation Squared up with time for these dicks tonight But the only time I'll open up is when I'm firing A bad case of the Mondays with no silver With no silver lining Laugh myself to death, it's so hilarious Everything is a mess and we're aware of it I'd expect nothing less, but I still hate Mondays Yeah, I still hate Mondays I still hate Mondays I still hate Mondays