Rage

There's a tantrum brewing in the queue for the main event.
No the pigs not happy and he's making a right ear out of it.
How do you convince a blind man he can't shoot straight?
When he can't see that the bullet holes are a huge mistake.

And it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame.
You expose yourself,
Let your rage overtake
It's a drain, it's a drain, it's a drain.
Of my time.