You caught me on my way to destroy stages

You stopped me, bitter-faced, to ask me this:

'Yo, I don't understand your agitation.

Why can't you write a track that's sensitive?'



It isn't

Because I

Just didn't think about it

It isn't

Because I

Just can't



Little man

I wish I could



You took a step back when I strarted howling

You turned and told your friends with hostile frowns

'This dude is furious I don't quite get it

I wonder why he doesn't just calm down.'



It isn't

Because I

Just didn't think about it

It isn't

Because I

Just can't



Little girl

I wish I could



I made my way back to the merch booth after

A man confronts me, smiling ear to ear

The sweat is dripping from his face in gallons

And all he wants to do is shake my hand

(Then he) stops to tell me he'd be six feet under

That's if it wasn't for our caveman jams