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 your write a track that's sensitive?"
It isn't becasue 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 started 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 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 is, if it wasn't for our caveman jams.