Boy, your anger’s not to blame 
 I’m standing in your shadow, you’re not preaching anyway 
 Did you ever stop to think what could have been? 
 Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends 

 And I feel good hating you 
 And feel great hating you 

 And if I ever shout your name will [bad word]  
 As we travel through the eye of the storm 
 And if I ever shout name won’t [bad word]  

 Your pictures on the wall 
 Minutes turn to hours as the sand begins to fall 
 Did you ever stop to think what could have been? 
 Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends 

 And I feel good hating you 
 And feel great hating you 

 And if I ever shout your name will [bad word]  
 As we travel through the eye of the storm 
 And if I ever shout name won’t [bad word]