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