But now it's at an end
No need to pretend
You want to send
Bad wishes to me
And hope for the worst
You think that I'm evil
You think that I'm accursed
How come you're
mad at me
When I ain't mad at you?
How come you're so mad?
How come you're so mad?
I asked you for
some time
You said that it's a crime
And called me slime
And said that I'm
Worst than the worst
And lower than dirt
And if I'm not careful
I'm gonna get hurt
How come you
won't play with me
When I want to play with
you?
How come you're so mad?
How come you're so mad?
You say you
doubt my word
And think that I'm absurd
I talk like a nerd
I fondle turds
I harbor hate
And carry a grudge
Got flies 'round my head
I'm covered in sludge
How come you're
afraid of me
When I ain't afraid of
you?
How come you're so mad?
How come you're so mad?
Hey,
you want to play stickball some time?
--
by Josh Wachtel and Alexei
Panshin
