The Angry Brigade

What has been handed to us A thousand CDs passed A thousand fliers printed to end up in the fucking trash A thousand miles traveled A thousand miles walked You sit on your couch and all you do talk and talk But I won't let your hate feed into my mind I feel too old to bitch and whine and cry You think I'm still too young You have to understand I have an open mind And I speak it to Now who's the man Lets put the drama past us Because I still got love You saved me from a lot of things Where did we hit a wall You know I tried to call you I tried to sort things out Sometimes I wonder what All this drama is all about The angry brigade This is the end My mistake for thinking you were a friend This is the end There's nothing left for us to mend What is the point of all this, man I don't understand You claimed to be a friend But talked shit behind my back You know I tried to call you I tried to sort things out Sometimes I wonder what all this drama is all about 'Cause hate won't change the way things are So get over it