Angry For The Week Lyrics

He's waiting in the wings

With the wings of a devil

Screaming for the dirtbus to go

He's lying through his eyes

And sneering like a film star

Posing like a poor man's Valentino

He just can't stand this waiting

It's not at his beck and call

The genie never summoned up the gold

So he haunts the city night

Searching for the black hole chances

And kicked toward the face of teenage cold

And he's so

So angry for the week

Oh yes he is

So angry for the week

He's so angry for the...

So angry for the week

Pulls his coat around himself

Protection from the world

Maybe today he'll realise his goal

It's not easy being young

When you're poor, and when you're strong

And when you're beautiful as beautiful as beautiful

And oh so...

So angry for the week

Oh yes he is

So angry for the week

He's so angry for the...

So angry for the week

Who knows where his life will end

Or where it will begin

He's got so much going for him

But for who?

And no-one seems to see

All the goodness that's inside him

All the future, and the power

And the love

He's waiting in the wings

He's got the wings of a devil

And he's screaming for the dirtbus to go

He haunts the city night

Searching for the black hole chances

And he's kicked toward the face of teenage cold

And he's so

So angry for the week

Oh yes he is

So angry for the week

He's so angry for the...

So angry for the week