We Need To Rage

I hear a harmonica and-think You can't mimic my rage I hear a Cadillac honking and-think You can't wheel out your voice louder than me I listened to a heathen laughing And I thought he's as loud-as-me Go, get him a bar chair; we'll share a brew two-or-three Look, he's fixing for a fight, too Because he's had enough joy the same as me Now he wants to rage And break a skull-or-two We don't need brown vinegar and paper We need to rage! Oh, I hear Jimi Hendrix playing. And think, Jimi, let's smash some chairs We need to rage! Oh, I hear a June bug laughing at the moon And think he's not deranged, he's just out of touch I hear Vincent Van Gogh falls in love With the first woman, he meets Please don't abuse yourself You need to rage! Well, nothing changes; it just fills me with rage He cut off an ear and didn't Go to anger management like me Speak to a sounding board bent on Making your life even more like hell.