Now there's a man who is left with nothing
Believing he could make a difference
Passive nature with kind intentions
It seems we feed upon the lovely
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Going for the Angry
Going for the angry
Now ther's a man who instead of caring
Chose to take and give of nothing
Now he sits in his world of excess
Wondering why he's still not happy
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Now you hear me scream what you're telling me
But I don't believe you
You tell me things that I want to hear
But I don't believe you
Now sit and pray to your paper god
With your hands up in the air
Not knowing the cost that it's taking
Cause there's a million ways to say you're wrong
But there's no way ro repair
Somebody's heart when it's breaking
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
Going for the angry
